Bubbling Thoughts

Then will no woe sustain if we gab our untold stories...                       Yesterday, one of my family members was chatting with me on WhatsApp. She asked me a simple question, “how are you?”. Though I was upset from inside, I replied that I am fine. Because with age we learn that when anybody asks you, “how are you?”, we must tell “I am fine.” This is a conversation breaker. Everyone wants a positive feeling from others and by accepting this we might forget our real feelings. And then there is an untold story,  which everyone has piled up inside but do not have the courage  to share with others.      When I used to come home from school, I used to share  everything “good” with my parents. The good marks, that the  teacher appreciates my work, that I achieved a price and so on. But I never told them, if I hurt somebody or I got lower grades. We tend to te...

  In diversity, there is beauty and there is strength-                                                                              Maya Angelou     Nowadays, during the nationwide lockdown due to Corona pandemic outspread, I am always at home and enjoying new recipes. Feels like I am eating to increase my weight at all costs. But some other days, I feel like there's something I am missing. Even though I relish the tasty variety of dishes my family indulges to prepare, but there’s something I am missing. I realized I am missing the varieties of flavor. Even if my mother cooks delicious, it has a familiar flavor. The flavor of home food. The thing is that I am missing different flavors from different lunch boxes.      During the school days, we used to eag...

“A happy life is one which is in accordance with its own nature. -Seneca” The Corona pandemic has really changed our likings and perspectives towards our life and other lives. To avoid the spread of the infection there has been a nation-wide lockdown. Previously, my brother and I never had the will to go to school, today we are really missing it, even if we are safe in our cozy home. My younger brother Aadi, spends his time moving brushes on canvas. My mother cooks variant-mouth-watering dishes; somehow makes us taste (and test) it. My elder brother has to call clients for health care policy. My father (as working-from-home) has to attend meetings, but all the presentations are made by me ( The plus point is I am getting good exposure to the corporate world at an early age). Every day, Aadi asks my father for permission to create the presentations. And every single day my father told him, “tomorrow will be your turn.” And God knows when that tomorrow will come. The whole day, we eagerl...