Can I make a Story on this day

I like a story.
When we have a great memory, gathering all those past can make marvelous stories.
A girl I know has such memory I guess.....she was telling this story of her...which is my favorite of all..
A silent village ..early in the morning! Suddenly there was noise of people running to get water which comes only once in a day....Then she opened her eyes..that small little girl who is sleeping inside blanket..suddenly remembered something....she came out of her lazy sleep..and started running to her neighbours house....No wonder! She ran for that boy. That boy came from town to his grandpa house for holidays...and she wants to play with him. She finds him chubby with that round cheeks and clever (as he said previous day that he saw skeleton in his school and she hasn't seen it in her school)...He was a city boy, she was village girl..she was fascinated with his school stories.
And now she came to his house with her friends to play with him under that tree. That was a Badam tree...which she always thought, it should be in front of her house, instead of her neighbours house. All children were in front of their house in search of badam fruits..along with her..that made her think to have a tree like that....
She played under that tree.."Mom, Dad, and children" game. She was acting as mom, the boy from town as dad and all remaining friends as their children. She says she remembers this game, as if she played yesterday..she loves it..especially that day with that special boy...some unknown feeling remained with her after that....
He left once the holidays are over...from then when she remembered him.....she ran to his grandpa and asked "when he will come again"...he never came again to that place in her childhood..but she never forgot him..when someone speaks about him or his family she remembers him...She likes someone first time in her life so much.
She wonders always if the boy knows how strongly that day stood in her mind...and how he became hero for her at a very small age.
It means a lot to her.

March! Special month for any Woman..

March 8th "International Day of Woman" , a day of Woman! Last day many TV channels were focusing on Women rights, issues on sex workers, many movies of olden times ..on problems faced by woman...my mobile full of ''Happy Women's Day" messages..what not..
On 9th of March it appears to be the day of the man!! No one speaks of all those yesterday. I am just an Instant Feminist. Not fighting for rights here. But it sounds something odd..

And Holi makes this month more colorful.... my hostel owner already requested all gals , not to give him trouble of whitewashing....and at office we have a surprise holiday for tommorrow....

For me it is the most special month. Well, it is my birthday, there are also some other birthdays too...Its amazing to think about this month..I love March!

FABULOUS find!!

I find old letters so enchanting. They hold these pieces of time and allow us to glimpse into someone else's life. .....
If it is whitewashing of my house....its a celebration time for me. I am behind my mom asking if she found something of my previous years. Once she shown me bunch of letters wrote by my aunt, my relatives, and one was written by me, when I was in second standard. My uncle helped me writing it. Mom preserved it for me. I was on cloud nine, and wondered how I wrote it..I still wonder! I preserved letters from that day of all my dear ones..One day I wanna give them and make them feel how I felt...

I am hoping that one day someone will treasure the little bits that we leave behind...

SHYYY......me

He he...kissing sister infront of everyone was something new for me at the age of 12. It was my birthday, photographer is ready wid camera, all my friends around me, i happily cut the cake, then my mom was there wid tough task...she asked my sister to kiss on my cheek and asked the photographer to click. We almost took three chances to do it...i was blushing with shy, my sister was so stubborn n saying..'I won't kiss her'' if she behaves like this. I know only to fight wid her, it was funny ..she kissing me at that time...Finally it was over. In childhood I never used to like that photo....my shy face exactly!!

It is so loving photo today and mom ...u rock for doing this!

Summer Happinessss!!!!!!!!

We hardly had 6 hours fan moving at my village, whatever season it is..After half day school in summer, mom catches me n my sis at bus stop n puts us inside the home..she almost locks the door..to avoid sunstroke. It was something very hurting, I feel I am wasting whole afternoon without playing, without hiring a cycle n going around village for roadside fruits, or a canal to bath, or in some corner streets...where many children gather and play hide n seek..I beg my mom to send me..I acts as if I slept beside her n tried to escape quietly..failed always..finally she sends me at evening..n I play. I love summer at school n home too..even now when I think of ''half day school'', my heart is bouncing wid happiness..

EVERY little.......

Every little thing I know, every little thing I learn, all those every little things are precious!! I cherish them for happening in my life. Every other minute is different. That is how we create memories...

Friendship today...

After I completed my bachelors, I happened to give an entrance test for pursuing Masters. My brother took me to the examination centre. He found me talking to some of my classmates after exam. While going back to home he told me ''You will get more friends from now,who are going to stay forever with u in happiness n sorrow, and going to be your true friends". For the first time I realised, friendship is something beautiful, when he said so nicely.
My question on true friendship started then, and many times when I come close to any friend, I ask myself, ''does it mean true friendship''. Answers were nowhere...
Without questioning myself I know about it today.. can feel the pleasant and true friendship from many friends.
I feel for their happiness n pain...as they do!