Mumbai And Delhi : My Homes

Mumbai was where I belonged to, for a very long time. I was born there, and spent my formative years in one of its best schools. As I approached my 10th Birthday, certain circumstances forced my family to shift to Delhi.

Even after spending almost 10 years here in Delhi, Mumbai holds a special place in my heart. I wasnt allowed to venture out of the colony where we stayed because I was too small, but I could feel Mumbai and its soul, nontheless. I can say that because everything seemed different when I came to Delhi. The behaviour of children and the schools. The way of teaching and the nosy, loud adults. Yes, things were very different.

I dont really intend to go back there. Even though I think of the beach, my colony, my friends and my school a great deal. But I will always be both a Mumbaikar and a Delhiite at heart.

I shudder to think of the ordeal that people in Mumbai have gone through in the past few days. My heart bleeds for them.

My Priceless Nailpolish

I have always thought that I do too much for my friends. I go out of my way to help them and sometimes fall into trouble myself while doing so. I remember making an elaborate birthday card for a friend when I was in school (since I am pretty good at doing such things). I attached those little 'ghungroos' (bells) at the base which made my fingers bleed. But I kept at it, until the card looked prettier than a wedding invitation.

Most of the times I have not adequately been... what should I say? Rewarded? Lets use that word for lack of a proper one. People say that there shouldnt be any expectations in love or friendship, but I somehow dont agree with it. You shouldnt be taken for granted in life.

There was nothing special about today. So I was pleasantly surprised when a dear friend gifted me a nailpolish. I know its a small thing and probably doesnt cost more than 70 bucks, but the gesture was so sweet that I almost cried. She remembered how much I love that particular shade. (She has a nailpolish of the same colour and I had instantly fallen in love with it, but had been unable to find the exact shade in the market.)

It doesnt always take a lot to show someone that you care. Do your share right now. You might just make someones day.

Study

STUDY
(written when I was about 8 years old)

Study study all the time,
For me it’s such a horrible crime.
It makes me bad tempered like boiling lava,
But when I see my mom, I become as soft as a guava.
The word “study” makes children mad,
And some parents quite gloomy and sad.
But studying is a part of our lives,
Or at the end, we get to face knives!