I know it's too soon to announce the best week but I feel I'm not going to have a better week in the remaining months of 2021.  I visited my Nani house and met my 6 cousins.  Played an endless number of card games. Mostly lost in all. Jammed to 2000s songs while playing. Got challenged to recognize songs just by the starting tune. Won that challenge with flying colors 😉 Got dressed up. Hijacked elder sis's jewelry collections🥵. Troubled her while sleeping by cuddling😈 My Younger sister combed my hair from time to time😂. Lots of internal jokes🤧 Middle sister making efforts to make the house of cards. And me like a pretty nice sister trying to crush that house😊 Comparing heights with both my brothers😬. Still proud to be the tallest🏆. Laughing on almost any random thing. Talking about school and online studies📖 The infinite arguments and exploring options for Movie night🎥 Fighting for who will get that last chip at 1am. Gulping down Jeeru bottles🥤 Everyo...

When I was smaller, my problems were also small. Or it seems meager now but at that time it was a situation of life and death (figuratively). That'd be me with close to no problems in life yet looking like she has many For example, my problems were that I was too skinny, that my cheeseball packet got finished, that I lost a game of snakes and ladders (or any game in general), that I had to eat my not-so-favorite food. And on the contrary, my happiness lied in small things as well, like getting a new packet of cheeseballs, or getting a big chocolate bar, or winning a card game, or getting French fries or Maggi for dinner. When I look back to those I remember how big of a drama queen I was and how such small problems bothered me. Most of my childhood pics are with me making an angry face (Reason varying). Although those were some pretty big issues for a 5-year-old. Gradually the problems got tougher. During school, my problems were getting not-so-good scores on an exam which was ne...

To start with, I forgot to mention the GOOD news in the last blog. We crossed 5000+ All-time views on these blogs after 25 blogs. Yayy!! I am really grateful for this and so happy! I never thought these blogs will ever be such an important part of my life but now I can feel that these are growing into something more big and meaningful for me. So, thank you all of you who always took out time to read and comment on my blogs. I love you all💓 Having said that, let me start today's blog.  Being an experienced stationery-lover, the only thing I find exciting in a new academic semester is to start using new books and pens. Going all out on stationeries. Throughout the academic year, I crave vacations and when they finally arrive I crave using the stationery and new books. It's a never-ending cycle!! (My first blog was literally about  Vacations!!??..  ) Today, I woke up at around 7:20 (which is pretty early for me). I gave myself a pep talk and tried to lure myself to wake up ...

My bed (and Butterscotch the giraffe) My table an hour after we got them (These pics were clicked before I decorated my room) From tomorrow, my 3rd year is going to start! (*cries silently*). I feel old, to be honest.  I still remember my first day in college or may I say campus. I was so nervous, my stomach was churning and I felt like puking all the time (Don't worry, I didn't). New faces. Huge campus. I had no idea how I was going to survive alone without my parents!   PS: Except for school trips, I never went to live at any place new. I cried on both the school trips too on the first day itself. (Let's not make fun of me about that, please!)  Everything felt new. And the biggest change which came was the hostel life - living with friends 24x7 and the fact that I have my own room. In the starting days, I didn't like my room - there was nothing wrong with it. I used to be in my behena's room all the time or would invite them over. But I never stayed alone. Not gon...

Actually, I was not going to post a blog today as I had no tea to give you all. But how can a day pass without any calamity when you have Marshmallow with you? Without any further adieu, I'm gonna come to a point. Do you guys remember when  Oreo discovered a hole ? Well, Marshmallow somewhat pulled that sort of scare on us today!! The entire day Marshie (also, loving this cute nickname you all gave him) did his usual things including eating (slippers and actual edible food), sleeping, running here and there with no reason at all.  Then around our usual dinner time aka 8:45, I as per our daily routine searched for Marshie to put him out of my room which usually has lots of wires laying around. I searched everywhere for this fellow - below my bed, behind my cupboard, in the forbidden room (aka big momma and big papa's room), even the hole which Oreo went into - but couldn't find him. Frantically, I ran downstairs to tell mum that Marshmallow is nowhere to be found. To be note...

A few days back I dug these bands out from my childhood treasure.  PS: I wasn't that popular kid. These are collected over years. From the past few days, a thought has been lingering in my mind. The thought goes like this - Those who are one of my closest were once a stranger to me. If I think of my college friends right now, their existence was unbeknownst to me when in school, I had no idea that a person called ABC is living in XYZ state, planning to give the same JEE Advanced exam as I was, getting admission into the same IIT as I was. And this is a very specific example, if you think of it every single person who I know now has been a stranger to me at one point in time, even our own parents. When we opened our eyes, our parents might have seemed an alien to us, who knows, right? We grow fond of them over time. Also, I'm not saying that only time determines the strength of the bond.  There might have been a time I've hesitated to talk to them thinking they are strangers...