Grish's blog

I miss my daddy. We live in the same house in the same city. I see him every day, we share a meal together but I miss him terribly. Like I mentioned before I hate growing up. Daddy is what we call him. My father never let us calls him anything but that. For the longest time, my daddy was my hero, my Superman. Still is. He’ll probably scoff if he read this but its true. My daddy still holds strong to that one childhood fantasy. He has never let me down in any way. At the grand old age of 24, I’m still sent back to my room to “wear something that covers you up” and still told to eat my vegetables. Last month I bumped my head on the corner of the table while bending down to fetch something When I came back home that evening, he has taped the corner.. He is a fine man and a brave one. He works with a pharma company and to my child eyes that was the only way to be. He has polio in one leg but HIS CONFIDENCE; ATTITUDE can put any normal man to shame. I remember him taking me to the pool at t

Worli Sea face in the monsoon Chai and samosas for tea Paani puri anywhere anytime Thick woolen socks on a winter evening Filter coffee and Dosa from Mani’s Beaches Talking to my grand parents A full nights sleep Secrets My mother’s humming of classical tunes. Windy evenings Winter mornings Museums and Art galleries Movie halls and theatres Music and long walks Sound of Music Movies Comfortable shoes A baby laughing Late night movies Comfortable silences A hard days work My sister and cousins trying to irritate me The first few days of being in crush Long night drives Respectful Silences Impromptu plans Horror movies with close friends Letters Freshly cut hair Pedicures A fireplace, a book and hot chocolate Dimples New bottles of perfume. Unexpected phone calls. Good days at work Post It nosts in different colours Stationary Photographs Camera Working to music in the late evenings Stories Animated Movies'

It will rain and clean the air The tears fall and clear my head. The sun shines brightly with the warmth of a new day. There is new hope in my heart as the sun came up. I have placed my trust in the One who holds my future. The seasons of life come and bring change And the trials of life come and cause us to change. I will stop and smell the flowers and wait for the trial to be over with. I will be at peace and let the rain clear my head

On Friday night, I was on my way back from office to my grand pa’s house. When I left , I was a little upset. I cried happy, grateful tears; it was normal and functional for one evening, and it was lovely. I am so appreciative of my younger sister and cousins, who make my life so happy. They are such wonderful distractions I love being their sister. They have made my life so much better, and I can’t imagine my life without them. When I go to my gradnpa’s house, and they yell my name when I walk in the door because they’re so excited to see me… it’s just the neatest feeling. To be loved and wanted just because, and for no other reason than the fact that I am their sister… to have everything I do be good enough… it’s amazing. I love that they want to spend time with me. I love that they want to tell me things. To listen to tommy drone on and on… and on… about whatever happens to have just finished studying, or whatever stupid, is fabulous because I know they’re telling me about t