Thursday, 27 August 2015

A flight of memory.

Writing a book can be so overwhelming sometimes. It can get you on an edge. Literally! On some days, it works. Like I keep writing and writing until my fingers start to hurt like anything but on the other some days, nothing just works out. You are not blacked out and all that but you just can't be in the writing cocoon of yours. These latter days, it hurts. Also fill you with guilt in every passing moment. I watch movies on TV or TVD on my laptop but nothing just clicks as righteously as my writing can. Currently I am writing this post while having my lunch - a big bowl of milk-cornflakes. Yeah. I tend to skip lunch sometimes. Not because I am on some diet but because this is the way I am. I live by my own rules and terms and conditions. I make them and break them as per my convenience.

I remember writing a scene for my book. All the main characters are in the house and it is quite late. Two of them volunteer to make tea for everyone. The girl makes the tea while the boy starts piling up the plate with biscuits. And this was the moment which happens rarely but when it does, the author or the creator of it feels nothing but soul uplifted. As the girl and the boy continued with tea and biscuits, I felt them so close to me that a soulful smile broke my face. I felt...I can't define it in words though but let me felt surreal. The beauty of it got me awestruck! I felt so glad that I could find my characters' closely around. In short, it was a lovely sensation. I loved it! So that's it for today. A short post, a good memory and a smiling me...this is all what you expected here. Isn't it?

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

The sweetest friendship.

So this happened right after Friendship Day this year (sometime in recent times). My son made us buy 4-5 friendship bands to tie on his friends' wrists. So we obliged.

Next day, I asked him whether he would tie one on my wrist. This was his polite but firm reply:


But why not? I am your mother and hence, can be your friend too?!

Still no.

Okay! I will give you french fries.

Okay done.

And thus was established the sweetest and selfless story about a mother-son becoming friends that may have happened ever.

Sunday, 2 August 2015

A bubble of thought.

What does this bubble make you think? It looks tempting to me. Staying blank in head. It would be a good thing to create an empty space once in a get a grip on self.