My younger cousin in the 5th grade, named Aayushi, was asked by her teacher to maintain a journal. Instead of forcing her mother to buy her an expensive one, she chose to use her dad's diary, the one he had received from the insurance agent
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When I was in 5th class , our EVS teacher wanted us to do an activity. She gave us an assignment to make a family tree, and everyone was excited to do it. Some had big families, some had small families, and even a dog listed as a sibling.
Covered it with white chart paper, drew smiley sunflowers, in the lonely corner of the cover she wrote "LONG LIFE". It's the meaning of her name. She doesn't know fancy words like eternity and petrichor.
I loved how her name could be a lie, a boon, a curse at the same time.
Other students followed by putting their own pictures on the tree, and I learned a valuable lesson that day
-that family can be anyone who loves and cares for us.
It was a powerful moment, and I'll always remember the kindness and inclusivity that my classmates showed that day. It's a lesson that I think we can all benefit from remembering, especially in times of hardship or when we're feeling alone
*A quick date*
I reached the cafe on time *somehow* and sat on a red round chair. She was waiting for me there.
She: Hello Shivoham, nice to meet you.
Me: Hello, nice to meet you too. By the way you have selected a good cafe.
Kk was Arijit Singh before Arijit Singh. The one who immortalised dosti for us. The OG Indian idol.
Tu hi meri shab, kya mujhe pyar hai, Zara sa, Dil ibadat alvida and many more of his hits are still alive in my heart.
“Ye pal yad ayenge har pal.” :')
Once in my village, during my childhood, my grandmother and I were digging the ground in our front yard. She used a small spade to dig, while I helped her collect the remnants of soil with my tiny, fragile hands. This might sound boring, but...
Mam seemed to realize something was wrong, but before she could say anything, my classmates put their own picture on the tree and said they were family now.
You have lost so many water bottles, yet never in your life felt thirsty. Similarly, you have lost so many people too. Then why do you need to feel unloved? :')
"Maa! But why do we pray for only nine days for navratri" little Shruti asked.
"Because it took 9 months to give birth to a goddess like you" her mother replied.
But one of my classmates Mahir's tree was blank, and the teacher asked if they forgot to do their homework. The student said they didn't have a family, and everyone in the class became silent.
Do you still remember when you were a child and used to draw a hut between the mountains, a rising sun, grass all around, and a road that went somewhere?
Somewhere that had no end :)
She grows flowers on her wrist, so that, when her husband holds her hands brutally, It will leave a fragrance on his hands, reminding him of her love, and also some thorns, just to remind him of his own violence :')
Men deserve to be loved.
Men crave for being loved.
Men too miss their beloved.
Men cry when they want to.
Men feel sorry when they are to.
Men feel helpless, hopeless, too.
Men have feelings after all.
Men are human beings after allm.
Men are beings too, humans, afterall.
Those days were truly awesome when we were all only addicted to Doraemon, instead of fake friends, social media, mobile phones, meaningless songs, and meaningless people.
Isn't it strange how one person can have many roles in your life love, best friend, love, mentor and when you lose that one person, you lose all of them. :')
In childhood my parents used to buy half ticket fare for my train journey. And now when I'm not a child, I buy full Ticket fare. But I still don't understand how I became a full fare passenger after losing my other half-my childhood.
It's funny that I always surprised my friends in school when they tried to surprise me on my birthday by telling them, 'TODAY ISN'T MY BIRTHDAY.' They would ask, 'How is this possible?' and I would explain, 'I celebrate my birthday according to the Hindu calendar.'
*Partition a quick thread*
You were standing on the line. You put a pomegranate on your head. And asked me to take a aim. I said I can't, my hands will tremble. You told me I had to and tutored me to just focus on your bindi.