‘I vow to post 5 blogs this month’, I say to myself. I say a lot of things to my own awesome self and sometimes, I talk to myself too (that does not, under any strict sense of word, mean that I’m a loner), but that’s another thing. I laugh at the first sentence of this blog. There are people posting 5 times ‘a day!’ Heck, I’m dying here trying to post 5 times a month. It’s sort of funny, I know.
But then I’m satisfied when I see the condition I’m trapped in. I have school, I have homework, I certainly do have my evening tuitions, I have friends, I have Facebook and so life goes on… it certainly does.
It’ll get really hard to blog everyday, rather impossible. Yet, I have so much to say, so much to let out. Slow and steady, I’d say. After all, keeping everyone wait is another part of the game, no? 😉 (<–pure heavy sarcasm)
I’m blogging to let the world know, that yes I’m alive. Hola! 😀 Also if I die, you’ll get to know that too. Honestly, sometimes I wonder, what if the super amazing fellow blogging friends that I’ve made here die and I’m never informed about their death?
I get a teensy bit worried when there’s no new post by any blogger whom I’m following. So, what I did was penned down my ‘username’ and ‘password’ of any account that I have. For my best friends and my sister know, where to look when I’m gone. That diary… the one with pink, purple and yellow stripes. They’d update. & give away a final goodbye, maybe. I’d suggest you all to do the same. I know, I might be sounding creepy right now, but that’s not my aim.
Anyways, for now, I’m alive. Heartbeat rate : normal.
It also rained today. Second rain shower of the much awaited winters! Seemingly much better than last year. It’s wet and the weather’s lovely. Cool breeze. And it’s raining, did I mention that? On my way back home from school today, I was overdosed by the excitement chills. The weather itself had made me so happy and eager, I just had to blog. I felt like so.
^ My mom’s lush green lawn is all hyper in this weather! The road comes out clean when it rains. Light breeze and you have the perfect weather all to yourself 🙂
With that said, my stomach ached for something delicious. Which would go perfect with the weather. As soon as I stepped outside my school, I think I knew what I wanted. The corn. I wanted the challi, as far as my language is concerned. I want the corn!
There was a man right outside my school selling it. ‘Naram aur Garam challi chaiyeh!’, I tell him in a loud and clear voice, from my car. ‘Soft and Hot corn, is what I need!’ Yes. Naram : Soft. & Garam : Hot.
He asks if I want masala (spices) on it. I nod right away. What I get after a wait of few minutes – extremely ‘naram’ corn, coated with masala, all over. Yes, Asians do have an obsession with spices. & it.was.cold. My challi was cold!
Perfect moment almost ruined. Then I stared at it. A cold corn, coated with an excess amount of masala! Rather trying to make this moment sound even more intense than it actually was, I’ll tell you what I did next.
I ate it. I ate the corn. It was scrumptious, none the less! Extremely pleasing moment I had. Sorry, for ruining yours. I’m sorry because the ginny never came out of the corn or nothing magical took place.
Everyone out here : enjoy every moment for it is not to return. Some things would come out the way you expected or for most of the time, nothing like you wished. You’d have to accept them and do something about it. Happy Blogging! I’m alive 😀
^ p.s I reeeaallyy enjoyed the wind.