nani.

At the leadership camp, during our extremely emotional session on relationships, we had to write a letter(s) to a S.O in our lives who we were thinking about; I wrote one to my Nani, who was in the ICU fighting for her life. I didn’t burn the letter, nor did I let it float away with river ganga, because I thought someday when she’s better, I’d give it to her myself. She passed away today, and of course I’m upset but I’m happy for her because she was in so much pain. Nani was a lovely person, and she lived all her life like a queen. After days of struggling, she’s found peace, and I’m glad. This picture of her, is my favourite, because she’s at her best – making her famous basin ke ladoo. 

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Nani, at her best. 

back home!

Returning home after three weeks can be described using only one onomatopoeic sound: sigh (the happy one).

Back at Camp Panther, two weeks flew by almost as fast as our flight from Dehradun to Delhi. But now, it seems like time has finally slowed down to its usual pace.

I have got so much to tell you guys, SO MUCH. I’m definitely going to do a write up on this entire camp, which is going to be great fun (it’ll be like reliving the entire experience) but be patient, grasshoppers, because it’s going to take time – I’ve so much to write, things to study for, sleep to catch up on, clothes to wash, and I have no idea where to begin.

Up till I share all my new found Learning with you however, I hope to keep you guys  satiated with a few of the several photographs I’ve clicked!

a dent on my face

Using today’s writing prompt “Scars” (by the Daily Post) most bloggers are probably going to end up writing something extremely sad and dark (which is fine, you should vent tbh); but since I’m in the mood I’ve written an anecdote about this funny incident that happened with me and landed me with a dent on my face (under my lower lip) which is refusing to fade. 

Disclaimer: It’s not really a poem, it’s more like a re-written version of the song ‘Yellow‘ by Coldplay. (Sing it in the same tune as the song) 

Look at my scar,
look how it taints my face;
You can’t see it from far,
it’s still such a gigantic disgrace.

It came along,
completely unexpected;
And now I’m parodying a song,
please don’t be offended. 

So let me tell you my tale,
it involves a great, big fail;
And it was pretty embarrassing.
(i didn’t find a rhyming word, sue me)

I was watching,
a show on my laptop,
that was turned
sideways on my bed;
Then I sneezed,
and it fell on my face,
yes, there’s still a dent on my face. 

PS: My friend sang it for me! It came out pretty well, hah. Check it out – A Dent On My Face ft. my dog