Summer tales

As a teenager, I disliked communicating with my parents and grandparents. I was an introvert and preferred spending time all by myself. I was also a shy kid and spent most of my time indoors. Reading, studying, writing and dancing was what I did mostly. On weekends I had my classmate come over and since we had a similar mindset, we enjoyed each others company.

Fast forward to a few years now. I was in my early twenties and still did not communicate much with my parents and grandparents. And then suddenly one day, papa passed away and within the next three years, I lost my grandparents. I had none but my mother now. And some challenges. Everytime I faced something bad, I only wished to have some upper guidance. I was never sure of the decisions that I was making and whether they will turn out in my favour. Had a tough time and always wished for some communication especially with my dad and grandfather. My mother did her best but she too desired to have proper guidance.

At present, I often wonder, how different it would be to have them by me. With resources and without them, it's still hard. I also think I am at that place in my life where I am ready for some good conversation about some serious topics. Back in 2013, I never saw myself landing here. In hindsight, I have had a fairly enriching experience and by that I mean both good and bad. I know for a reason, how it could have broken many, but I am grateful to God that he has been with me so far despite all odds. Started writing my blog in 2015 and it's hard to believe that my blog will complete it's ten years in the next two years. My blog had suffered a lot owing to my busy schedule and mood swings. I have not been able to keep up with the writing, quantity wise , lately. But it always works somewhere in the back of my mind. I really hope to continue writing my blog.

Vacation is going to end soon. I was in Kolkata for two weeks. I also went to Digha. The whole experience was rewarding except for the pathetic heat in Kolkata. Fell ill twice. But enjoyed anyway.

Don't know what progress looks like. But the past few months, I have been giving twice the effort to find my peace and stability. I have started doing a new thing from the beginning of this session. I have promised myself to wear different earrings everyday to my work. To many it might be very stupid and absurd but try wearing a different one each day and make sure it goes with the outfit that you wear. I have also noticed how my capacity to drink enough water has decreased. I need to work on that. I am praying regularly. I am helping and giving others  whenever and wherever it's required. Have organized my home with organisers, wallpapers and new tiles in some of the places. Trying to keep up with the gratitude practice everyday. I am yet to clean my shelves and cupboard which I plan to do before Wednesday. Also, I finally brought back home all my Honours and Master's books that were lying in my aunt's house in Kolkata. They were so many in number that I always came back with maximum two or three books, everytime I came back from Kolkata, since 2018 ( I was not in West Bengal for three and a half years and whenever I came back to my state, I mostly stayed home). But finally, all my important books are here. 

Surprisingly I have not managed to read a single book this vacation. I was not in mood. But I did correct 125 test copies of forty marks each. My mind is jumping out of its place each time I am reflecting on the fact that my next vacation will be in the last week of October. May God give me strength, patience and most importantly a good sense of humour to survive the impending torture.

P.S : It rained after a long time in my hometown which prompted me to write. I also made some Masala rice today. Shocking, right?! For those who know me will know that kitchen/cooking is something I am not very fond of.



                                                               


                                                                 





                               

          

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