Grandpa is at peace now.👴

anagha babu

New year has arrived and I’m yet to decide if it is a happy or sad one. But of one thing I’m sure. This year is one of new beginnings and turning points. Even if those are good or bad, I’m gearing myself up to view all of them as the beginning of something better. The past two or three months were spent doing rounds of and being in the hospital with grandpa. His health issues were popping up one by one. If once it was a catheter bleed, next was blood loss, infections, pneumonia and so on. Between all this, there wasn’t enough time for me to do anything, let alone make those bulky new year resolutions I’d eventually break and feel like a total loser (thank heavens🙂). Continue reading


The Spiderwebs

Shining bright as a star she was,

Blinded by her own light she was;

Those invisible little things that lay there,

Mere ugly spiderwebs to her they were;

And as her bright lights blind her to the storm,

She saw,

Standing unhindered in the storm they were.

3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge: Day 3🙂

Okay, the third and final day 🙂 . First  things first, let me thank MinionHead with a human brain for nominating me for my first ever WordPress challenge. Be Sure to check out her lovely blog and her equally lovely posts. She blogs about various things which are sure to keep you entertained 🙂 .

The rules of the challenge : Thank the person who nominated you; post 3 quotes each day for 3 consecutive days and nominate three bloggers each day!

1.) Bob Marley


2.) The Dalai Lama


3.) Jean-Jacques Rousseau


Here, I’ve finally completed the challenge. And now, today’s 3 nominations are:

1.) GirlandWorld


3.) Poemhobby

It is not compulsory to take part in the challenge. And if you do, you can post it as and when you have the time 🙂

When you don’t know how to eat with a knife and fork, but then…🙄😳

Hehehehehehe…. yeah that’s my creepy laugh. laughter. laugh? Uh, nevermind.

Have you ever seen a cooked flying chicken? No? I have😎! That was the time I used a fork to feed myself. I distinctly remember me poking a portion of the boney leg piece with the fork. The next thing I know, it slipped, flying from my plate and landed right on my cousin’s plate, and for a moment we all were like 😕. No, I didn’t get the time to calculate the trajectory of the projectile chicken-missile (pardon me society of physics if the terms offended you) because my mind was going “Damn boney💀! Why’d you ditch me like that😳!” LOL, after that, to this day I get visions of the chicken flying whenever I use a fork😂. But the embarrassment doesn’t stop there.

You know, years of eating food the desi ishtyle -with your hands- it makes it pretty difficult (for people like me I guess) to get acquainted with the knife and fork thingy.  Let alone knife and fork, even using a spoon feels like Continue reading