Some stories like these, fill your eyes with tears and your soul with feelings, emotions and memories.
You ask me why i spend so much on you when my finances are so tight.
How do i explain you my heart. Spending money on you and on our parents is the only guilt free way for me to shop. I cannot explain you the immense satisfaction i derive from that. While me being able to give back to maa & paa gives me a wonderful kick, being able to do something for you makes me feel like I’ve done something in life. Like, i have achieved something.
Or maybe it was just me. Growing up, you know how much i wished i had some elder brother or sister who took care of me and did things for me. I know how you tried to make up for that gap and how much you adore and love me.You are the onlt one in my life that i can show my weaknesses to. You know how vulnerable i am and how easy it is to break me. You know that behind this big body and who cares attitude, there is this fragile girl who breaks down to pieces so easily. You help me deal with the mess i am and more than that, you love me unconditionally and are my best friend i never had.You understand me down to the core and stood by me no matter what. I know we have our own meltdowns and crazy fights, but that was us being us. I’m happy we are normal that way.
And to such you, doing these little silly things is nothing but pleasure and pure joy to me. To see you grow up into this strong, amazing woman is as is wonderful. And to be able to add up some value to that process will be my biggest achievement.
For giving me that pleasure and for being the person you are, i owe you a big thank you. I’m sure one day you’ll get this letter and i hope you keep loving me then as much as you do now.
Love, Sahasra 💞
Not sure why… but tears are just rolling out of my eyes. Somehow, i just couldn’t stop them. Even crying out loud in the washroom isn’t helping as it does most of the times.
The fact that I’m settling for a new life which is going to be very difficult for me, isn’t letting me be any bit normal. Yesterday, when i was sent off with my husband after the wedding, my dad is the only one who had tears in his eyes. No one else cried. Not even me! While it is true that my dad crying like a baby was a haunting visual that would never leave my memory, me not crying at all was also weird. To be frank, i was too tired for anything. I just wanted to get out of that saree, all that makeup, and get some sleep.
But the next day, when we reached his house and when we were given a house tour, maybe it was then the feeling sunk. That i left my family and entered into this new one, of which i literally new nothing about. The fact that i got married hit me so hard that i ended up with nothing but tears in my eyes.
And they weren’t stopping. He was already worried and started panicking. He wanted to know why to which i had no answer. I missed my home. I missed the comfort and warmth it provided me. I missed my mum, dad and sis really badly. I was dead worried about my future of which i have no confidence at all. How can i ever explain all these feelings and emotions to him.
I just have my aunt with me and she tried her best to comfort me and distract me. It was only when i got into the shower, warm tears ran down my cheeks and i was sobbing like a kid. With all that crying, i was out of breath, was coughing and puking. I never cry in public. I can only cry when I’m alone. And when i do, my sinus throws every bad thing it has and it was no different this time. I don’t even remember when was the last time i cried this bad. It was one of the longest showers of my life. The beautiful house, a seemingly warm family, a caring husband meant nothing in that moment. I wished some magic happened and undid the marriage from my life.
I started writing this post on the very same day when I’m in between this crying phase but couldn’t complete it due to the intensity of those emotions. And i have tears again in my eyes while writing this post. I don’t know the how’s and why’s of these emotions. But they are here and they had a place in my heart. I wonder if any of this mean anything. I equally wonder how everyone else does this. Man, it was damn hard.
Wish me all the luck.
I probably should held out a disclaimer even before writing out my thoughts about the book. It was years ago when i accidentally stumbled across a Cecilia Ahern book only to find it amazing and magical. It was later that i came to know how successful she was as an author. And i have been a fan of her ever since and instantly keep liking her books. So, i may not be fair over here as i am more of an emotional person than the logical one i always struggle or want to be. What i wanted to say was, though not completely, my liking towards her and her books may tend to show up somewhere or the other and impact my opinions. 🙂
I read the book during January blogathon and that did not leave me enough time to review the book and now, when i tried to remind myself of what i felt while reading the book, my brain came up with nothing. While i was reading the book, it was almost as if, i lived the life of Jasmine, the girl whose story the book was about and yet, i feel an emptiness in my brain when i try to recollect the memories. It was strange as i always felt or had strong and clear opinions about books once i am done reading them. But then, slowly came back all those feelings when i came across certain things or people in my own life. Like the other day, when i was told by someone that i was too close to my family and i never let anyone else come that close. I live far away from them but i never call them everyday. I rarely call and talk to my sister unless there is something that needs to be discussed or needed. But we still know how important we were to each other and my parents knew how emotional i was when it was about them. Like Jasmine in the book, i was too close to my sister and was way more protective of her than i was supposed to be. Sometimes, the book made me wonder about the relation between siblings. Why are we so attached to them? Why do we love them unconditionally? Why do we see them in a different light and why do we think that we know them better than the world? Just because we share our parents, house and some part of life, do we have to do all that? Do we have to give and take so much? The magic this relationship has never ceases to surprise me. One moment we were almost on the verge of killing each other and then in the very next moment, there comes this kindness and love that makes you forgive and forget anything that ever happened and sit down for a meal together. The author made me rethink of all those thoughts i have about my relationship with my sister and no wonder i thought i lived her life. No, my sister isn’t suffering from any kind of syndrome or disease but it was the affection, love, trust and unconditional support that made me feel home. Apart from the love for her sister, the obsession that she had for success, for work, for helping people create better things and having no life other than work are a few things that most of us see in our everyday lives. This has been a growing culture and until unless some sort of miracle happens, you just cannot stay out of that vicious circle.
I really believe when people say that things happen for a reason and that applies to bad things too. Sometimes disasters happen just to get us out of the mess we were sitting in. We just fail to see it at that moment and it only sinks in once we give it enough time. Sometimes, being busy with our lives, we think that everything’s going well and it cannot be any better. It is during these times when disaster strikes us to show us how wrong we were and what’s really wrong with the path we followed.
Our life is always a miracle and no matter what happens, we have to live with hope for the future. I really believe in this and this book says it all in a loud and clear voice.
And finally, Cecilia Ahern still has the secured place in my heart. Love her and her books. Look into her books if you find anytime. They are worth it.
This is a cheat post for the missed post yesterday and since I’m too messed up to write anything using my brain, I edited my review post from drafts and here it is.
Take Care people.
How much us women are ready to bear only because
– We don’t want to hurt our parents
– We think about the future of our sisters/ brothers
– What will the society think
– What will happen after divorce
– Most of the time we also go ahead and have a baby thinking things will improve
– And when they don’t we don’t get out of marriage because we want a happy family for the baby!
It struck all the chords and I could relate with most of the points. The difference is just that I’m not yet married.
I really wish my life is just plain and simple. I really wish that the only things I have to worry about are, “how to get a wonderful appraisal at work” or “how to make lots and lots of money by doing something I like” or “how to express my love to the person I adore” or “how to get that super cute dress that I’ve been eyeing for long” but not about “how successful arranged marriages are” or “how bad my parents will feel if I tell them about my views on marriage” or “what does this society do to my little family if I revolted against all these stupid norms” or “the way my parents would feel when I say I need more time to settle”.
And someone also said something that cracked me into laughing. Not sure when and where, but the context is that Mark Zuckerberg would never be able to reach those heights of success if he had to think this badly about how his parents would react and accept his decision to like, love and marry a Chinese(not 100% sure) girl.
His life seems comparatively easier. All he has to think is about code and money! God bless that society. I wish I was born in one such place.
Take Care people.
If I say that I couldn’t think about any topic and so choose to talk about my family, it would be a lie. After 4 days into it, I think the idea of blogathon sinked in pretty well and the thought of having to post something by the end of the day never left me. It was always there and I was continously looking for topics that can take the form of a post. I did a lot of work at office and still my mind registered every single thought that could be turned into a post, but none happened.
Then, while reading some really nice post on my reader, it occurred to me that I never talked about my family on the blog. And hence the post.
Ours is an almost nuclear family. I say almost because, our great grand mother lives with us. Yepp, you heard it right. She is my mother’s grandmother. My mother prides in the fact that her father(my grandpa) trusted her so much and gave her my GGM’s responsibility even though he had 2 sons. Though I was close to my GGM, it is my sister who is her jaan(love) and she lived with us since the day my sister was born. Strange coincidence it is. We all love her the most. She’s just amazing. She’s our one and only story teller while my mum was always the reader. 🙂
I was close to my maternal grandparents as I pretty much lived with them except for the school term. I was their favourite and they are mine. They are the first set of people i loved unconditionally and then come my parents. They are a great influence on me. My talks about them never end. So, I would leave all that to some other day. I lost my grandma when I was in 8th standard and grandpa 4 years back. My only regret in life is that I couldn’t say him my final goodbye properly. I wish I was there.
I never knew my dad’s parents personally. For, they died long before my parents marriage. And I just know them from my dad’s stories. I’m sure they are wonderful. I only know grandparents to be wonderful. I can never imagine them any other way.
I have a beautiful, funny, talented, happy and really cool younger sister whom we call Chinnu. She is doing her b.tech and is in the final year of college. I have many stories to tell about this little girl but one word I would give her is, my love.
My mum is a high school teacher. One of the brightest, honest, sincere and kindest I have ever known. One thing i was always sure about, in my life is, to never be a teacher. I know from my mother by example, on how difficult it is to be a good teacher and how hard it is to be a great one. And don’t even count the sacrifices you have to do to be an amazing one. Trust me, she is one amazing teacher.
My dad is a person who used to be my best friend till school and only then I realised that he is my father. Its not a bad thing. It is a good thing that I had a wonderful parent who always goes out of his way to get us what we deserve. He is one person who sets me an example that one need not be better or correct all the time and we can always try to be better and evolve.
So, this is my family. I’m sure I will talk a lot about them later, but I wanted to introduce you all to my own family, my life line.
Hope you all are having a nice week, good night and bye for now.
Some time earlier, i wrote this very long post about how close i am to my grandpa and how much i miss him.
But yesterday while i was just surfing around, i found this very interesting post on a girl’s relation with her father. And i am very much moved.
I loved the post so much that my thoughts went loud for a pretty good time.
When i lost my Grandpa, i’m so moved. But i now remember my mom’s words that she said on that day.
“You have just lost your Grandpa, but i have lost the only parent i have and I no more have my parents around”
The ironic truth in her words did not strike to me in those moments of pain and grief. But now as i think about love, loss and pain we feel when we loose someone so close, i now remember the pain in my mum’s voice that day. Apart from the family she made, she had no one left. Life is no more the same to her. She may be a Grown-up with a family of her own. But still, parents are the ones to whom you turn out to on your worst day. They may become old but they stand out as our pillars for ever. It is obvious that my mother looked up to her parents just like the way we do for her. When she lost her mother, i was in my teens and everything happened all of a sudden then. But with Grandpa, it is not the same case. He suffered a lot from Cancer and finally he gave up. All the while, she knew he was dying. The pace at which his health deteriorated depressed her a lot. She was more depressed that she could not be of much help to him. She spent every free minute, every holiday with him. And i could see the pain in her eyes all the time.
This woman, who is the most important person of my life, and who gave me everything i needed now needs my love and affection to heal her wounds. Our relation with our parents is always one way. They love us and they are the Givers all their life. And its time to make that relation two-way. I need to step into the Givers role now. Give them plenty of love, peace and support. I better realise that she is not just my mother any more. She is one lovely woman who lost her parents too. And i better realise that she needs more love and deserves more respect and need more peace than ever.
Today, being the Indian Teachers Day i wish my Grandpa, my First Teacher – my Mother also a Teacher in her real life a very happy teachers day.
Dear mamma, i love you so much that no words are enough to express my love for you. But i now realise that i need to express my love sometimes so that you never feel like ‘Oh, my kids never love me!’ . You may be more strict and serious when compared to dad, but as they say, that balanced our life when dad spoiled us with his pamper. Thanks for being my first friend in Teenage, when i needed you the most. All my life i remember telling everyone that
dad’s my favourite parent. But in my heart i know this, you treated me as a kid when i was a kid, as a friend when i was a teen and as a shoulder to hold on when i turned out into an adult. You have been there for me during all my tough times. And i know how valuable that is.
And i promise you that i will be there for you whenever you need me, whenever you need a friend, whenever you miss your mother and whenever you need your kid with you. I am always yours and will always be with you and for you.
Love you mamma & Grandpa
Happy Teachers Day Dear Teachers.