Scribble Pad!

I was writing in my diary the other day, and out of the blue, realized I had a blog somewhere. And I started thinking (as I do ever so often) that I must take blogging more seriously. But with so many social apps to choose from, blogging took to the backseat.

I started this blog when I was in Coimbatore, for no other reason, but that it was cool to own a blog, and jot down my thoughts, and follow and have followers. My whole family got into this trend, and now, not a single post from any of us in a long while.

I love Face book, how can anyone not love it? I got a message in FB from a long lost friend today. Set me thinking. She was the one who told me about snakes taking photos, lol. There was this story going about (I must have been in my IInd std then) that a snake was sighted in the restroom, and all of us were afraid to go anywhere near it. My friend told me not to go there, as the snake had already taken a girl's photo and just waiting to strike. She said even after so many years the snake will have the photo, recall and bite her when it sees her again. Ha ha.

Brings up more memories. Of another friend who said she went to Ooty, and the mist settled on them all, and inside was the most beautiful room she had ever seen, such luxury, and windows and all palace like. And a group of us sitting around her wide eyed, and me coming home and saying I want to go to Ooty too. :p

Now I know that snakes don't take photos, and that there are no rooms inside mists, but my wise friends might tell u that I didn't learn much other than for that. I was in Ooty a couple of months back, and I know first hand what mists feel like. Three heavenly days, away from the hustle and bustle of life, and work, and reports and deadlines. As the day of the vacation was close by, I couldn't wait to leave, and on day two, I remember saying I could stay here for ever, but at the end of the third day, I couldn't wait to come back. Home, back to my messy room, and to office, to my messy table.

Three years back I left home eagerly for Coimbatore, waving hurriedly while mama stood there fighting tears and Papa waved cheerfully. But God willed it otherwise. He meant me to be away from home just two years, and placed me back home, in a company just three minutes from my home. I wanted to fight all fate some two years back, saying I was meant to live in the city, like all my friends, but finally gave up. And times changed and I realize, it just takes time to start loving what u have. The very friends I had envied, envy back, cos I get to stay at home, all comfy.

The last time my bro was going back to Chennai, after his Christmas hols, we were waving to him, and as his bus turned the corner, I squeezed my mama's hands,and said without thinking, "I am so glad it's not me who's leaving home now" and mama squeezed my hand, and I know just what she was thinking, "I told u so."