My first blood donation story !

So, here am I !

Back to you, back to the favourite space, to the ease world !!!

My dear people,

    If you believe, I missed being with you but days detained me for some better reasons. I have been a bad custodian of complications all these while. Anyways, finally out from the not wholly 'busy bee' moments.

   Restarting gratified and love, love and pure love for all those who never missed a chance to make me spit out the reason behind the pulled pen. If I was in a worst situation by then, you made me happy and if I was in a good situation, you made me much happier. Whatever it may be, glad knowing u remembered me and 'MINE'. 

   Hope all of you had donated blood for at least once in your lifetime. If not, hurry. May this page of MINE make you run to. I wanted all of you to do it not only for the reason that donating blood is a good deed but it will experience you something different as it happened with me. And today you will be reading about my very first blood donation story.

   It happened almost two years back. As usual the class was filled with silent yawns just after the first hour and the immediate entry of the second hour lecturer added up-to the witheredness. Then the not less graded fairy junior excuses for students with an O +ve blood group. Three of the back-benchers including me raised hands within no time and got out of the yawn room. I confess, my main motto was to get out and not the donation. Well, three of ours were. Picked up some other students too and we headed to the donation centre. Least I knew our destination was the Regional Cancer Centre (RCC), Trivandrum.

Have you ever been there? I should say this. People who lacks capacity witnessing suffrage, never ever visit RCC. Believe me, never ever !

   The hub of masked mouths and shaved heads !!!

The first thing I saw in RCC was a girl, not more than 10 taken in a wheel chair. Her head was tilted to one side and eyes were half-open. She was not dead but anytime soon, I guessed. The worst guess one can ever have ! From the corridor to the inner rooms we could see people from different age groups in the same situation. Sadly, majority of them were children. Teens were not less too. Passing by each of them what I noticed was the relatives of the patients with more heart aches than the patients had. 

Shaved minds accompanying shaved heads !!!

   We were taken into a corner of the first floor. They checked all the formal stuffs including the height, weight, blood counts etc which then revealed the lacking counts of one of our friend who was made to just sit idle waiting us to complete the donation and way back. I remember the disappointment lead her to take an oath of having beetroots thrice a day.

After all the formal procedures we donated blood. A girl whose brother was a close friend of one of our junior was in need of the blood. The energizers dissatisfied one of the donor to regain the energy which made us wait an another hour for him to stand himself up.

   We came out of the terrible scenes to the side of the courtyard of RCC where the brother of the patient (who is the friend of our junior) was waiting for us. He looked pale, faded, hope ran out of his eyes which were thanking us now. He asked us to join him to have as much as food we are in need of which we whole heartedly rejected. Then he rushed to one of the nearby shops and brought us two large bottles of some fruit juice. I am sure , it might have been the largest one in the shop. All those who cry over some unreasonable things, should have met this man. For there is nothing worse than witnessing yourself at his place, waiting for your dear ones to come out of the hugs of death. Unable to have any conversation with the innocent soul, we bid a bye before which he held a hand of one of my friend and kept it close to his heart saying, "May god bless you all, thanks for this and please do pray".

   He waved us with a smile, eyes tear flooded with walls behind him echoing the heart felt prayers. 

   A year back then, the girl left him, left the world which I came to know from a WhatsApp message. She was just 13. I prayed, still prays to give him the strength to bear the loss satisfying myself  thinking at least I had been for her in a small stage of her life.

-infinite love-

    

Never let go off things you could !!!

Stealing some worthwhile moments of your's over again !

Welcome back readers...

Once you go back to your academic life, the boredom mode which never kept you companion-less all along the vacation days transmutes suddenly to a busy mode. The reality is, actually you don't have anything to do in the initial days but you are busy !!!

Okay, whatever it is, today I would like to write something which will never bring a smile on you but I have to write it. 

She was passionate about driving. Even though that was never her foremost matter to worry about, she always had a desire to drive it of her own someday. And the day was not so far. The driving classes went on with fastened heartbeats, inescapable shiverings, much laughter and a lot to remember. But she never knew the final day will be the one to remember for the whole lifetime. 

It was the test-day. She had brighter mind-goings. All the boastings in the WhatsApp group till last night of being a legally permitted driver is going to be real.She had to leave early than the other days. Much early that the Sun as well as her friends still had time to turn up !! So all the messages to pray for her was sent the previous night itself. And yeah, they only prayed to make up the test I guess.

It was raining heavily. She noticed the wipers doing a hard job to endure with the heavy rain. That was the last minute mock-test before the actual one. The other students were about to reach only. She was insisted to start with her's. He sat next to the driver's seat with her in the white Maruti 800. All these days, during the classes, she noticed him touching her hands. She could never mind it because steering of course needs hands and to be taught with the master's hands which may lead to some touchings and all. Most of the other students of her batch were boys who were all smaller than her by age but taller by height.

She didn't forget to pray before she started. And rehearsed the things which were taught by him. But this day was more confusing for her. She worried much. May be the tension was the one which never allowed to bring the actual thing in practice. He got angry by then.

" What the hell is going on ???

Do drive properly for God's sake. You are going to be tested within hours".

She could hardly hear him. The sound of rain was audible than of his roar. This added up to her tension. But she tried hard to concentrate and do well. And suddenly the closed windows of the vehicle mattered him.

"Why this windows are closed ??? Just open those".

And then he leaned over to her. His hands went in front of her chest part. The spark underwent within her by then, didn't allow her to notice even he touched more of her or not. And then he lifted almost the major part of his body from the seat and tried to impose it on her acting to be leaning towards the window to open it. What scorched him that much to open the window of her side in that heavy rain when the one in his side was still closed ??

She was unable to move. She leaned backwards as much as she could but the seat was not the leaning one !!!

He went back after opening the window. Now, it rained inside the vehicle too but only on her side. She started getting wet. She looked at him who was putting much effort in his work to get his student passed anyhow.

"See, I am getting wet. The windows cannot be let open like this. I am soaking". She said in a normal tone.

He looked her much ruder this time and asked, " Is that what matters you now ? You want to get passed or not"?

That was unbelievable. She was not even allowed to speak up. Without help, she resumed the practice where she couldn't even touch the gear just because his dirty hands waited for it to grab those. She suddenly pulled back her hands a couple of times when she felt the abnormal touch. Yeah, there are those 'abnormal touches' which a girl could sense at times.

Now she was scolded for pulling hands from the gear. And when pulling back stopped working, his hands started working towards the higher part of her hands where the buttons of the hands of her kurti stopped him and rescued her. She was able to sense the unusual things happening around her but was unaware of doing something all of a sudden. She was able to cry but then one of the other student showed up.

 In anger, he insisted her to get out of the car and the other student was called up for the mock-test. He again leaned over her and opened her door and almost tried to push her out. She got out of the car and searched for places to escape from the rain. But it was a ground !!

She stood in the rain all through the other one's practice and then she was called again. With much uneaseness, she went on and this time it was better than the former one. 

With a relief, she was about to get out and then she heard him saying with a wink :

"Girls look much sexier when they are wet".

A tight hard slap on his filthy face !!! Is that the one all of you were expecting??? Sadly, no way. That didn't happen. Instead she stood there for more than two seconds with a red face. Tears plugged in her eyes, fearing to touch the cheeks. She controlled her feelings because she never wanted to  worse the situation. After the test, went back home, broke up and the rest was handled in the way it had to be handled even though it was late.

There are no girls who never experienced any of the worse situations like these or other even once in their lifetime. Most of them falls in the category of being helpless. 

Sitting in the room in my house with my father on one side and brother on the other, I can speak of hitting him to death. I can write of punishing him to the worst. But being in such situations will always never bring all those words into practice. I really admire and respect those girls who are enough courageous to handle such situations and honestly pray, May all girls over there get the same courage.

And this was an experience of one of my friend. I wish such things never happen to any girl. I had to compulsively write it here, share it with you all because I still couldn't forget the tears in her eyes when she told it to me and may be someday I cannot bear the guilt of sitting idle witnessing her tears. But now, at least I had done which I could !!!

May I never get another opportunity to write things like these !

-infinite love-

Strolling over the favourite part of life !!

Hello my dear readers,

Thought of catching you up so soon that I couldn't resist myself from sharing this one with you !

The other day, had a get-together with the school friends over again. Whenever we huddle up, more often than sharing all our fresh life-goings, all we do is laugh ! Just laughing, laughing and laughing for no reason. But this insanity is sectionalized to girls only. The lunatic ladies !!!

And that one day turns out to be the ecstatic one birthing an inner yearn to be with them more and even more !!

School was never less than home for us. Aside from all the achievements one earns from a residential school system, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalayas contributes furthermore. Being a Navodayan is our self-esteem for life.

And the best part from my school life was the 'migration life'( As I had already mentioned about the migration policy of JNVs in one of my by gone posts, further illustration will bore you). The one whole academic year at JNV Gonda(Uttar Pradesh) is one of the ever best memory of my life till date. We had a totally different kind of life there enjoying freedom to the fullest of being the craziest ones. Most of our doings out there cannot be disclosed even after years. Even though we were sure our doings outraged our own dignity, we never compromised for 'an obedient us'.

And today I will share a hilarious happening from my migration life.

This is an episode from our tour days over there. It was a three-four days trip to Agra and Delhi. Some of our parents, two teachers and a female staff companion accompanied 19 of us in a reserved mini bus. By then, we were not matured enough to travel ourselves or I bet the crew would had constrained to 19 of us only and we have had much more fun than we actually had with all of them. Agra was our first destination and the morning freshening up was from JNV Agra. I remember the migration girls over there from JNV Kottayam who helped us in all the chores. But the breakfast we had that morning was heart-breaking one. Out of glee, empty stomachs were taken along with us thereafter till the noon meal which occurred nearly in the evening.

 Anyway the excitement of witnessing the Taj Mahal for the first time overrode the hunger. It was less than a two hour journey. One could see Taj erstwhile from a far view, on your way itself, covered with white snow. The far view seems more beautiful in the early morning snow and all you could see is the monument but nothing else. Within no time we reached the gate part from where you don't have a view of it. The crowd over there seemed to be telling that , ' Oh my dear children, you are not gonna see the World Wonder today. Better head home' !!! Hence the immatured us are not dutied to care for the complications regarding the permissions, entries etc and etc, we still don't know how that soon we went inside the so called entry or  part of Taj superseding such a huge crowd and queue. And there is a main gate just near to the lawn in-front of Taj. The view of Taj is only possible once this gate is open. And this was one of the 'heart-beat-skipped' moment of my life. The very first view of Taj Mahal. I never trusted all those General Knowledge books saying Taj Mahal is higher than Qutab Minar but it was much big in real and brought a scar in my trust though! The gate went open and we stood witnessing the White Wonder of the world. It was really wonderful !!!

Then we had to queue for more than an hour to get inside it. The queue from the lawn area went a round and then through the steps to get upon it and it went one more round which then directly took us inside the door. And yeah, we were in the last round of queue. There were policemen in each corners and in such a crowd they couldn't concentrate on any other matters but only managing the visitors and trying to get them inside peacefully. All the cops seemed to be North Indians because all were shouting loudly in 'pakka' Hindi language. Well, because both the states(Kerala and UP) had linguistic differences, there was none other than us speaking Malayalam language in the school compound as well as mostly in the outer compound too. So that our language can be used in any situations without any restrictions. We can even blame people facing them by faking a smile. This of course was an advantage for us. Thank God Hindi is our official language so that vice-versa happening will never help them. So in the queue, all of us were not in one after other sequence but scattered here and there. And so all of us planned to gather after getting down of Taj.

The cops were out of their minds tired of being settling people and shouted at all of us over there. We were not at all pleased with them and kept on murmuring each other about their rudeness. And then two of my friends who were together in the queue were enjoying each other's company talking absolutely rubbish and laughing at everything and nothing. A cop was noticing them for long witnessing their nonsense. They really got angry on the cop for watching over them. And then they started talking about him each other in Malayalam assuring there is none around who can understand the language other than them.

"Why this man is staring at us? It had been long. Look at his eyes. He has such big eyes. Dare looking one more minute we are gonna strike those big eyes" and the murmurs went on. It was so loud that he too can hear but can't understand.

 Finally the queue took us inside Taj where we saw the tomb of queen Mumtaz. She slept silently there. We could only spend just minutes inside it and came out soon. They had to encounter the same cop then, this time much near to them. As the queue moved further and when both approached near him, something strange happened. The cop who used to rudely stare at them, now gifted a smile. Both of my friends were puzzled by this. They questioned the smile and searched for reasons behind it. And the cop with the same smile leaned near them and asked;

"Taj Mahal okke kand kazjhinjo??" (Have you watched Taj)

Yeah, it was in Malayalam!! To the ever worst luck, he was a Malayali, who accepted all the murmurs and confined the answer to it in a beautiful smile.

Should I explain the situation of my friends??? Both stood frozen, eyes almost pushed out of the holes and shivering a bit. Both shook their head as an answer and silently walked away from him, still frozen !!!!

Oh my God, our stomach ached laughing to this  when they told us about it later. We still discusses the same thing each other during our get-togethers and all.

Such a hilarious experience !!

Why do a Malayali cop works in Agra?? Why can't he work in Kerala?? He speaks such a 'pakka' Hindi that none will doubt him for a Malayali.

My dear friends, never judge people by their looks. They are gonna sue you in amusing ways like these !!!

And our journey thereafter was quite awesome. Here is a picture of Taj Mahal which some among us took that day.

And I keeps our pictures too. But I really dare posting those because all of us looks terrible in it.

Hence that was the funniest part of the trip. The life over there was full of happenings like these or a way another related to this type. That was our lovely days for life. Today, here we stand cherishing it after all these long 6 years but still as the best moments !!!

See you soon with something other.

-infinite love-

The recognition of 'being blessed' !!!

Back to my readers !!!

Much busy as well as lazy days kept it this long to reach out to you !

I was all thinking about what actually people mean by 'being blessed'. I had seen most of them using it when comes to the family matters. Like they captions it for a family picture or says they are blessed to have such siblings etc. Of course it is ! Most of us but never think in much depth. Well, according to me, being blessed is when we live a life with protective shelter and good food. Oh, come on, air is what all will get of no cost. The matter comes only whether it is fresh or not ! But the former two, people die being denied of these. Some even live without these, yearning to die, but couldn't. Because they are not blessed as we are. The thing is, we never realize how or for what we are really 'blessed' ! 

Each and everyone of us may have seen people who don't have a house of their own, wandering here and there, in bus stands, railway stations, in streets, begging for food, money. How those people are blessed? They are not, never ! All they have in their eyes is a hope of help from us, 'the blessed ones' ! Our childhood innocent thoughts always included of thinking where these people go or where they live etc. Yeah, I had such doubts and I know most of you had too !

These days when talking about homeless people two such souls strikes my mind at once. I will share about them to you too. 

I had to witness one of them every single day during my degree days since 2015 until some two and a half months ago. A man in his mid-thirties, tall, not much fair, in a shirt and dhoti(I had never seen him in any other dress though). He had long black hair tied to a high-bun, some days left loose. I remember one day he had a hair cut and we double looked him. He used to sit out of our college near to the fence. He will be present in his usual place every morning before we arrived for the classes. And in the evenings we used to visit our favorite tea shop near to the junction and he used to sit on the long steps of a shop opposite to us. And we had also seen him walking from the junction towards the college fence. But never seen him opening his mouth or talking to people. Once in a while, he smiles at us. But the unease to such gracelessness restricted us from smiling back. He used to smoke off and on. One day, it was an August 9, 2016 evening, I was walking through the way passing him with one of my friend. By noticing him for the first time, my friend judged him as a drug addict. I am unaware of the ability behind that foremost sight judgement ! That can be true or may be my friend was wrong. But we used to believe that he was someone who had a bright life back. At times we used to worry of his whereabouts, discuss each other about him and that is when we realize our childhood flew away leaving some pure bits within us, forever !!!

The other one was whom I had to encounter during most of my journeys from hostel to home. A young lady in her late-twenties, dark, neatly tied black hair, not much tall but had sufficient height that none will compare to a precise one. She kept a mismatching dressing trend(well I know calling it a trend will scrunch your eyebrows but nowadays regardless the person, whatever out of an usual style turns up to be a trend and forgive me for it) I had been seeing her since two years in the ladies compartment of Thiruvananthapuram to Mangalore Maveli express. I don't even know whether she travels defying the rules of Indian Railways because a TTE check in ladies as well as general compartment is occasional. She walks through the whole compartment and keeps on murmuring something dissimilar. Sometimes she carries a bag with her. She chats with the other passengers, sometimes disturbs them. Some months back, me and one of my classmate were travelling in the same compartment with her when she disturbed the whole passengers a lot. She abused many of them and my classmate couldn't sleep that whole night. It had been three days since I last saw her so far. I was really shocked when she approached me last Wednesday evening in the same train. She came and asked me:

"Was that Deepthi with you people?"

I signed no shaking my head. And I thought that was all about the journey. She will never let us move in peace. She went to the next seat murmuring about the missing of Deepthi. A middle aged lady in the seat was asking her many questions one after other. She is from Thalassery and is in search of an old age home where she wanted to stay hereafter. The lady suggested her one of them in Shasthamangalam. She was studying the address loudly by heart then. She told the lady that she was married and her husband left her.She had two children who lives with her parents. But it was evident from her way of talking that all of it was just lie as well as rubbish. She moved to the last seat then scolding another girl to sit properly. Anyways that was it and none of us saw her in the morning. At a point of time, I was all thinking about the Deepthi she was searching for !!!

Both of these people were not born as how they are now. Maybe they were blessed ones once and are definitely not now. Regardless of a home, they don't even have an identity of their own. How could someone be blessed when they don't even know who they are and what they are for??? They are just two from millions like them.

We should be thankful to them in some ways. It is only because of them we think of ourselves as how blessed we are. We don't live a compact life like them but are blessed. We should have that proficiency of recognition. We live happily here is because of all we have. We live a plenty life. The recognition itself brings positive omen.

Feel the bliss and let the only life be happily lived !

-infinite love-

The turning point of a serious situation !!!

Hey all,

We meet again !!!

School days will be the most gratifying period for all. Once we are out of the school, undoubtedly we becomes occupied. And the main problem is that, the cousins now may not have accompanying holidays. Time flies and lot gets scattered. Someday being somewhere, people cherishes the good days and names the heavy situation as 'busy'. This is what happens for everyone. Hence, let the present be happily used !!!

Today, I will share something which  gives you an opportunity to make sport of myself. Yeah, you can call it 'self-teasing' or something like that !!!

It was just two and a half years back. One of my friend at college was diseased and she had to come home because hostel environment didn't support her health. Though she couldn't travel alone, me and another friend of mine along with one of our senior accompanied her to home all the way from Thiruvananthapuram to Nileswaram. Despite being overdue, the Malabar express reached us safe and we dropped her home. The traditional 'puttu and kadala' served by her mom that morning was super tasty and we kept on glorifying it until our final days of college. Anyways, we were supposed to depart back to hostel the same evening and thus they booked a three tier AC compartment for us in the Maveli express.

That was not the first time I was travelling in Maveli express but was the first time in an AC compartment. Well, both of us were. Only two tickets were available. So the senior chose the general compartment and thus we were in the AC compartment of Maveli express for the first time. We were actually worried initially without knowing the customs in an AC compartment but we cared not to show it in our appearance. Our seating was near to the door. We sat near to the windows facing to one another and was comparing about the royal AC journey with that of the submissive sleeper journeys.

Our neighboring seats were taken by a family consisting of  a couple and their kid and another middle aged man. The middle aged man kept on speaking about his daughter who was a medical student (she might have become a doctor right now) and about his other kids too. The lady of the couple was a doctor too and they discussed all those doctor related stuffs which both of us listened erstwhile but later being uninterested, we 'earphoned' our ears muting them.

I don't remember the exact station but was somewhere near to Kannur I guess, my friend was all prepared to eat an orange. She peeled it off and was taking one piece to her mouth. Suddenly a man in a long kurta (the one which we call 'jubbah') and trousers got into our compartment, straightly his way from the door, came towards her and stretched out his hand to her asking the orange;

"Please hand over the orange. Just give it to me. Yeah, that piece, you are holding on, please please, give it to me "

!!!

The earphones were dropped from our ears and he was continuing the dialogues. It was not a request but seemed like an order. At a while we were all in our thoughts of imagining the stranger as someone from any investigation department or etc. All of us were shocked and silent. Why this man is asking an orange which a girl was about to eat???

My friend was just sitting with her mouth open and the orange above her lips but not inside her mouth and she moved her eye towards me giving  a 'what is happening' question. I was sitting in the same situation and then she gave her orange piece to the man in frighten. He grabbed it and ate it once and said;

"Wah, such a taste!!! It is really sweet. Thank you" and moved on to the next compartment.

We looked each other. What was it??? Who was he??? Was he a thief??? Or someone mad???

The other passengers asked us whether we know him or not. But sincerely he was a terrifying stranger. His looks never said he was a beggar to ask something to eat. Then why did he do so??? We discussed about the strange happening for some time and assuring he went to the next compartment we stopped our useless discussion and went back to our doings. Later, I thought a lot about 'why did all of us kept numb at that point of time'. I still don't know !

At once the train reached Kozhikode station, the same stranger was arrested by the policemen for misbehaving to a lady in another compartment. We were really sacred by then. It was some past 9:00 at night. After long talking about the incident, I went back to the earphones but the middle aged man in our compartment was still discussing about the stranger. He went to the next seats and finally confirmed about the whole happening and came back to his seat and told to the couple ;

"He was in liquor". All were listening to him.

The ridiculous part then happened was, what the 'the earphoned me' heard the middle aged man saying was; "he was in nikkar". Well according to me the so called 'nikkar' is something short worn in the lower part of the body which nearly resembled to an underwear but longer than it. I was like WHAT????  He was in a 'jubbah' and trousers not in a nikkar. And these people didn't notice it at all??? I took of my earphones and screamed loudly;

"No no, he was not in 'nikkar'. He was in a 'jubbah'". 

Everyone went silent suddenly, looked at each other and burst out laughing. I was puzzled. Why these people are laughing in such a serious situation and why did this man speaks something so irrelevant now? About the stranger's dress !!!

My friend kicked me hard in my leg and signed me to keep silence. But I was never going to give up. I was still saying. "Yeah, I am sure. He was not in a nikkar". And then the laughing middle aged man said;

"My dear child, I was not speaking about nikkar but 'LIQUOR', alcohol alcohol. The man was drunk". The 'non-earphoned me' heard it clearly this time.

Ooooooopssss !!!

Oh my god, that was the real oops !!!!! I was completely soaked in embarrassment. The couple was still laughing. My friend gave me a 'oh, pity' look. With a sorry I went back to the earphones but the song was not playing this time and sat silent hearing rest of the discussion.

See, this is what happens when you use earphones in serious situations. My dear friends, avoid it. Take my advice for granted. Trust me, or you are going to be sported !!!

Once we reached the hostel back, the first thing my friend had done was broadcasting my stupidity. She used to broadcast it till the end days of our college. What a loyalty !!!

Keeping aside the funny part, such strange happenings in the journey may never end peacefully all time. The safety and care during long distance journeys should be considered at most. At times, the lost may never be retained back !!!

See you soon !!!

-infinite love-

Love in a piece of paper !!!

Hey all,


Vacations always grabs us from our comfort zone and takes into marriages, some family functions etc. And the followed hangover keeps us lazy from what we have been going through. And that was what happened exactly which kept me far from you these days plus some emotional distractions !!!After my rest mood, here am I to ponder your mood. You know, I really miss emojis in my entire writings. It is because of nothing but these days emojis reflects moods of people. And to be honest, me too is an addict of the so called technological development !!!

Anyways, today I have to share something which is so dear to me. About something which I had nurtured for the past 7 years. Here comes an opportunity to share it with you and also to surprise someone.

Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalayas all over the country possesses a unique feature of migration scheme. It is between two JNVs with different linguistic categories exchanging students for a period of one year. It clearly aims in promoting National Integration and hence the selected students are said to be the National Integration Migration Selected Students.

Being a proud Navodayan, I was one of the selected 30% students for migration for the year 2011-12 of JNV Kasaragod. We were selected to the JNV at Uttar Pradesh. Actually we, students takes this opportunity with much glee because it was like, a kind of adventure for us at the age of 14. And thus, 20 of us were selected. I sadly remember one of my friend who couldn't join us even after the selection because his health doesn't allow him so. So, 19 of us were ready for the journey.

After we were selected, we always had talks with our seniors, the previous year migrants. About the life, food, people and lot of other matters. All they had to say about was the life they enjoyed there. It was not as strict as our school but where we can do anything we desire to(even though it was not exactly like whatever we can do but we lived our best part of life there, another epic which cannot be limited to a blog page). They talked about their outings there and how to manage the money we take with us. It was a time when we had no bank accounts or paytm. And school provides us whatever we want, so asking for money orders from parents was of no hope.

It was some days before our departure, I was sitting in my hostel bed and there came my senior who was the previous year migrant too. We shared the same name. Even we shared the same initial. I remember my joining day at JNV, she came to me and introduced herself mentioning about our identical name with a lovely smile on her face which I saw until the day we had met for the last time so far. Even many had mistaken her on social medias for me. We used to share the same double cot for one whole year where she used to sleep in the lower bed and me on the upper. And that night we were conversing something best. Along with some of her memmories over there, she advised not to be fully jolly there but to study too. And also not to be extravagant. And then she took a 20 rupee note and a pen from her pouch. She wrote our identical names in it and gave it to me. Then she said, "I know you will be spending much there and a time will come when you won't have any money with you, so keep this 20 rupees. This is all I have now. You are supposed to show this to me when you come back here after migration. So that it will be like, you haven't spent all the money you took but left a 20 rupee at least and thus you will not be that extravagant". It really took me to the ultimate of happiness that night. She gave me the feeling of care and concern of a sister that night. 

  I had kept my promise all way. The 20 rupee note always gave me lot of affection and love. I had kept it safely without even folding it. I still keeps it. It is safely kept inside one of my old diary along with some other things which are dear to me as this is. Some days I takes this out and looks at this and remembers our days together. The promise I gave that night will be for lifetime. I will safely keep this for my whole life. I love you always.

At times, even tiny things gives you much happiness. We should have an eye to see it. It will hold you up in your life whenever you feel lost. And the fact is, even in any sad situations, everyone has something like this which is so dear to them. The difference is in how we see things. Try to value things around you and you will fell yourself valued !!!

-infinite love-

Some Story will do !!!

Hello readers,

All the support and love clouded me with happiness. And now something interesting is gonna rain for you !!!

It was some three months back, me with two of my friends were busy discussing future which had been a usual scenario since we had entered our last semester of graduation. Still we are continuing it, but the only difference is our finger tips are doing the job now rather than our tongues. And then, one of them mentioned about a story writing competition which her sister had told her. By the way her sister was my senior at school too. After further searches, calls and texts, it was cleared that the competition is conducted by Mathrubhumi.

In the past February, the Kanakakunnu palace in Thiruvananthapuram hosted the Mathrubhumi International Festival of Letters(mbifl 2k18) with a pure aim of nourishing literature by bringing some great minds, ideas and thoughts together. They invited stories in Malayalam language offering cash prizes. The only rule was that authors should be of age group 18-30.

Since I had one more decade to exceed the mentioned age group, there was less chances of doubting the acceptance of my story. Meanwhile my short story too listed in the inbox of Mathrubhumi. I remember me along with my friend wandering around to make it all ready before sending it (typing it in some format etc). And she fell asleep while the story was typed by the person where i went to do it so. Well, she sleeps anywhere she goes though keeping a 'wherever it is, i am sleepy' attitude. I thank her for siding me for that whole day.

So now, I want all my dear readers to go through my story and here it is. Since it is limited to the only ones who know to read Malayalam language, I am sorry others who don't come under that category. Check out the link provided below:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1sD59MChs1pWVvl5Ak-XlZ7ZtTgW56zJf/view?usp=drivesdk

That was all about the story. Hope I was able to coddle all the story lovers' mood with this.

Anyway the other part of the happening is, when the results were out, my story was not at all taken into consideration. The first, second and third prizes were bagged by men only. And non called it men empowerment though !!!
I came to know the results only after three days of its publishing. The videos of congratulating the winners brought an urge in my mind to read their stories but I didn't get it till date.

So my dear Mathrubhumi, see, I had found another way to consolidate my effort. I am not that less cooler, okay???

And here, I am expecting feedback from my readers.

Promising to see you soon !!!

 -infinite love-

of 'mine' for 'you' !!!

Hey all,

 Chasing the passion never seemed as a work or one never have to work on it. If it is for real, one actually lives in it.

 Scribbling the mind-goings always made me happy or more even complete. The idea was actually to start a Facebook or Instagram page but it was then suddenly something stroke of being starting a blog of your own which seems much more professional than the earlier idea. So, this will be of my mind-goings, my thoughts, my stories, everything of my concept and is therefore completely  MINE !!! . But this is sincerely for you, for my beloved readers over there.

  I would have never started this though but my friend doesn't even allows me to breathe but keeps on insisting to do something what I love. Ok, this is an older scene and I never minded her then planning that I will do something later, some other day etc. But it started haunting me like anything since a month and finally this happens now. And therefore, this one, the very first post is completely for you Ms. Kadhija Shamsudhin, for being my best inspiration and for holding me in my fall downs. I love you !!!

  And all my patient readers,
          I really want all of you to continue to be patient with me and 'MINE'. My stock already contains lots and lots of somethings to share with you. I would love to know that you guys are waiting for it too. Hope remains of meeting you soon !!!

-infinite love-