Dogs: The beings closest to humans! I used to be petrified of these adorable creatures until I decided to have one of my own. It happened suddenly, when my aunts dog littered TEN puppies, ready to be adopted or given away to good homes. The mother is a cocker spaniel while the father was a lhasa apso. Another root was the grandfather who was a Samoyed, fondly known as a snow dog. The cute little munchkins were a combination of black and white, leaving out two of them to be pure white males. They were barely three weeks old when I first saw them.
When I had heard of this news, I wanted to go take a look at them. Still petrified, I just wanted to give it a shot, I mean how bad could puppies be! The moment I saw them, my heart melted but I still didn’t have the guts to carry one of them, they hadn’t even opened their eyes. Finally, I mustered courage and picked one up. He was white like a powder puff and tubby with a sweet rounded snout. I looked closely and he was just trying to grasp my smell probably, so I kissed him! That’s it, I knew then that this one had to be mine. It was a tough call but I just felt a connection to him. So, after a lot of convincing I finally managed to bring him home. My brother was equally petrified but today, both of us look at him with so much love and thank him for being a part of our lives. Not only has he brought tremendous happiness to us, but also given us unconditional love. He has made us a family again as no conversation goes without mentioning him.
Who would’ve imagined a Dog to do what another human can’t? But Dog spelled backwards is God and they’re truly divine creatures of humanity, brought to this earth to Love and be loved. I wish my baby Brando (as handsome as Marlon Brando), could read all that I have written for him.Although our mister understands spellings like BATH or WALK, not that he’s any less intelligent you see hehe. I just can’t imagine a day without him and I thank my stars for having made the right decision.
I have just about entered my fifth month of pregnancy now. Finally, it gets a little safer and interesting, at least that’s what I’ve heard. The untimely nausea seems to have stopped for now and I am beginning to notice a few other changes.
Well, for starters I have a very visible bump that I am proud of and love to sport around. Truth be told, I had a bump as early as in my third month itself. But I would pretend that I am a helium balloon and it’s basically gas or something haha. So this bump feels great and what’s inside feels greater. Since August 12th, I have actually started focusing and observing flutters in my belly. Seems like the bun in the oven is slowly opening up to me! I definitely started feeling flutters before August 12th but I didn’t pay enough heed to record that event in my life! Today, the little one seems to be active and is probably rolling around listening to all the noises and activities I’m exposed to.
Honestly, each day I wait to feel the baby and its signaling. I have this little life inside of me and it is THE best thing possible. I used to often wonder why women rave so much about motherhood, with all the body changes and vomiting that it has to offer after all. But, now I understand that it has so much more to offer. There’s nothing I don’t love about this and I’m sure most mothers out there will agree with the same 🙂
What does freedom mean to me?
Freedom means being able to walk freely in the cantt without having to worry about the time, crowd or light.
Freedom to me means being able to leave my quarter(accommodation) without a lock as I invest a huge amount of trust in our Bhaiyya/sahayak
Freedom to me means the ability to express yourself in languages that you learn on the way by meeting people from all possible backgrounds
Freedom to me is knowing that my husband will come home for his meals and to rest with me even on extra stressful days at work
Freedom is when they play the movie at the amphi theatre even if you’re the ONLY one watching it
Freedom is knowing that you’ll always be safe in the company of the men in uniform
Freedom is being present in a crowd n yet having your privacy at home
Freedom is the encouragement that the forces provide you with , for any big step you wish to take
Freedom is making me ‘independent’ every time he has to leave
Freedom is the price my husband pays as and when duty calls
Freedom is the olive green family. Freedom is being wedded to it.
As soon as I woke up from my afternoon Ciesta , I have plonked my a** on our comfortable couch and haven’t moved much. I know it isn’t the best form of exercise but sometimes I feel like just being glued to the TV as back at home, we don’t have a TV or rather decided not to keep one. My husband and I believe that too much inactivity isn’t good for the system. Now, before I deviate from the subject- TV , yes I was watching this movie called ‘Goliyon ki raas leela:Ram Leela’ by Sanjay Leela Bhansali.
SLB is a director with a vision, with a tragic underlying love story and someone who has made some brilliant cinema. He makes movies which look like they are straight out of a painting. His aesthetic sense of style, his eye for period decor and his immense knowledge about direction, makes a non-movie buff like me interested in watching good quality cinema. For those of you who have taken to Bollywood, I would love for you’ll to download this one and trust me, you’ll will thank me later 😛
Of course, our kind of cinema may seem a little different to my dear followers but I believe in appreciation of hard work which ends up looking like this piece of art! From the star cast to the location, from the sets to the songs, it is a treat! So please please try and watch this movie, after which I will suggest his next brilliant piece 😛 . Do drop in a comment if and when you catch this movie. Lots of love xoxo
This may come as as a bit of a shock to some of you (or may be not, judging by my poor writing skills), that I am not much of a reader. I love to write but not to read. Truth be told, there are very few books that I have read so far but those are the ones that actually had an impact on me.
Now that I am expecting, I have ample time in hand to do what I want. Of all the things, I decided to take up a little bit of reading. This is only because my father recommended this book to me, coaxing me into believing that it’ll take me back to my childhood, in turn making me happy and positive. Well, he was right!
I have read a few short stories by Ruskin Bond while in school. The reason I get glued onto his work is because he writes with a connection to the reader. The language is simple, easy to understand and something that would connect you to your thoughts. Since last night I have been reading his short stories, most of which I relate to. He makes you a part of his story,as if you’re reliving it one more time. I believe if a writer can make you feel this way, he’s a hero!
I am writing just because I feel happy to be reading something of quality and something that touches my soul. As a fellow writer, I hope and wish there are more aspiring Ruskin bonds in the making! Here’s to the love for writing and for this community.