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My bag of memories! #WriteBravely

Every place that I have lived or visited has memories attached with it. Our brains are wired to store images continuously. And, these flashes of images make us nostalgic.

Home sweet home!

Whenever I think about my hometown Lucknow, I can relive all 21 years of my life in one go. My home, my school – all set within few kilometers of each other. Then, my maternal grandparents also not too far. The carefree days spent with cousins and friends!

My very first memories go back to spending time with my grandparents. My grandfather used to tell us new stories every night & I used to tease my grandmother by hiding behind doors. And, the summer vacations which were spent at my maternal grandparents home. The Nawabi culture of Lucknow is so embedded in my system that I still use ‘Hum’ & ‘Aap’ for ‘I’ & ‘You’. 🙂

Later, my job then took me across various places in India, with Mumbai being my favorite. I vividly remember the day I had landed in Mumbai. From woolen jackets of Lucknow to cotton shrugs of Mumbai in January. Mumbai – city of dreams had welcomed us with its rhythmic chaos!

Marine Drive, Mumbai

I had revisited Mumbai after three years and still the place was just as lively. Night out at Marine Drive, shopping in Bandra or the Vada pao at every corner of the city! I can write a whole book about my bag of memories.

Isn’t this how we live our lives? Gathering memories each day and replaying them over and over. It’s not only happy memories that shape our world, but also the sad ones! What are your happiest memories? Do you believe that memories shape how we plan our future?

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge to #WriteBravely.

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Awaiting your arrival… #MyFriendAlexa

I know you would be coming soon. There is so much to prepare, so much to complete. Each day is spent awaiting your arrival. Some people ask me when you are arriving & I only smile and move on. If only I knew the exact moment of your arrival.

Tic-toc of the clock serves as a reminder of time passing by. Maybe you need more time. It’s okay, I will understand. Take your own time. No hurries!


Just want to let you know, that I am eagerly waiting. Waiting to meet you, to know you more. And, be assured that once you are here, we will have the best time of our lives. See you soon… 🙂


I am taking my blog to another level with #MyFriendAlexa & Blogchatter. After a month-long Alexa campaign, my current Global rank is 2,229,518 & Indian rank is 82,857.

 

Familiar yet unfamiliar- Deja vu! #MyFriendAlexa

As a kid, I had lived in this city years ago with my family. I used to play in these streets & go to the school located at the corner of street. My best friend lived next door & we used to walk to the school together. We shared same interests & followed each other whole day. Neighbours called us the mischeif-duo. We had explored this area together. Were lost so many times and yet found new roads.

I remember her voice clearly as if it was yesterday when I had last talked to her. Her habit of making faces at people is still fresh in my mind. And, I laugh every time I recall stories of her silly fights with her elder brother. He was so notorious or rather a hooligan as our teachers used to say.

As fate would have it, I am revisiting this city after 20 years for my cousin’s marriage. On reaching the venue, I recognize the similar shops in the side lanes. I plan to visit my childhood home located not too far from here. I am excited at the prospect of meeting my childhood friend & visiting my school.

To my amazement nothing has changed & I can spot my friend just outside her home. I shout her name and then she looks back. I wave and move towards her. But, there is no sign of recognition on her face!

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice calling out my name. It’s my elder sister who has followed me till here from venue. She catches her breath & with a confused look asks, “Where exactly are you going? And, why did you leave the venue alone in this new city?”

I respond with amused looks,”Don’t you remember our home? We have lived here for five long years.”

Nothing could have prepared me for the reply that my sister gave, “But,we have never lived in this city and are visiting it for first time.”

I was surprised & confirmed it with my other family members. Only after assurance from my father I realized that I have never lived in this city as a child. The memories itched in my mind are figment of my childhood imagination. The familiar sights & sounds are actually unfamiliar to me.

How is it possible? How could I feel so connected to this place and what about the girl I saw? Is it my past life or a parallel universe? Or is it deja vu – familiar yet unfamiliar?

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(I have written this post as a part of Indispire topic hosted at Indiblogger. I am taking my alexa rank to next level with #MyFriendAlexa & BlogChatter.)

After all this while? -Harry Potter fever!

The 11-year old boy Harry Potter living under the staircase of his aunt’s house had gotten a surprise on his birthday. Unknown of his glorious past he had never thought his life would turn around like this. The admission letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a blessing in disguise.

Who can forget the amazed look on Harry’s face when he reached Platform 9 3/4 for the first time? I am sure all of us had wanted to share the train ride with him. Harry Potter had made my school life interesting & all the free time was spent learning the magical spells.

Harry, Hermione & Ron had set friendship goals for us. With them I realized nothing is impossible if I have my friends with me. They taught us that with true friends you can tackle anything.  I had learnt that life is to be lived in small moments & not waiting for the bigger events.

And, how can I miss the lesson of love that Harry Potter taught me. The forever kind of Love…love between friends, love that a professor has for his students, love that Lily had for her son Harry and lastly the love Snape had for Lily.

After all this time?’ ‘Always,’

I remember reading Harry Potter even during my board exams preparation leaves. If only we had an exam on this subject! Even today, I can watch the movie or read the novel infinite times. Thanks to Blogchatter for giving me a reason to relive the Potter Mania.

Cheers to 20 more years of love, laughter and friendship! 🙂

Quitting or Staying ? #AtoZChallenge

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It feels like yesterday when I had met you. You were deeply engrossed in your work with no interest in the things around you. I remember coming up to you to introduce myself. It was my first day in the team & you just seemed different & aloof, but a good kind of different. My first few thoughts were to get to know you better, to follow you around. I should have thought about quitting then!

I did not even realize that I have fallen for you until the day you went on a long vacation. We were connected through calls and messages. But, I could feel your absence. The coffee breaks and trips to cafeteria looked like mundane activities in your absence. How did I not realize it earlier?

You were always busy with one meeting or another. They said you are a critical resource. Huh, how much I disliked those useless meetings…It took you almost a year to open up to me. That’s when I got to finally know the depth of your soul.  You were like an open book then. I knew that your raised eyebrows meant you are in a ‘do-not-disturb’ mode. I sat there watching your every move. Even your breathing patterns were known to me. The heavy sigh after a code failure, the easy breathing once you finished your work for the day. I can recognize these patterns even today.

It’s funny how things do not work out. After a while, I understood your commitment lies in your work. You could not survive being in a relationship. We were good friends, no doubt about it. But I understood that work would always come first for you. It took me sometime to adjust to this idea. And, I eventually did. People say I should I have tried to talk you out of the workaholic mode. I should have stayed for long & given you a chance. I should not have quit so early. My heart knows that what I did is right. After so many years, I can see you are happy with the position you hold. Still not committed to anyone else except your work.

Did I make a wrong choice? Would things be different today if I had stayed? Am I quitter?  – We all may have different answers to the above questions.  The important thing is to do what your heart feels is right! 🙂

P.S. – This post does not bear any resemblance to real life events & is a figment of my imagination. 🙂

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