Trapped by Creative Stationery ;)

There are a bunch of things in your home that you don’t use. You never intended to use it either; not because you don’t like them, but for the reason that you have unique reminiscences attached to each thing that you possess. They can be either gifted by someone, or you may have bought it fo yourself. You always want to preserve it as long as you can; may it be clothes, crockery, stationery, jewellery, toys etc. So do I. 

My dad gifted me a cute writing pen, as you can see in the photograph here. This pen has an adorable cat photograph. This is the famous cat named ‘Puss in Boots’ from the film Shrek. This pen was just standing as a show piece for almost 2 years. 

Yesterday, when I was cleaning the showcase I looked at the writing pen and placed it back in the penholder, and moved on. Later in the afternoon, a parcel got delivered and I wanted a pen to sign the receipt. (As a rule, I never find things like nail cutter, scissor, needle-thread, keys, hairclips, stapler, torch, and pen etc ;) in my house.) But guess what; this time I knew where I can fetch the pen. 

While I was signing the receipt, with the ‘Puss in Boots’ pen, I also realized, that the ‘Puss in Boots’ kept looking at me, and waggled happily with each letter that I wrote. I was allured by this act. Without ado, I decided, that I wanted to write more with this cute pen. In a jiffy, I pulled out a notebook, and sat down to write. 

At the outset, I just scribbled, and drew some cartoons on the notepad just to see and admire the ‘Puss in Boots’ boogie as I wrote. I also realized that it had been ages since I have used a pen for writing. All the writing that I have done in recent times was predominantly on computer, and phone, where I minimally typed my thoughts. Besides, I also realized that my handwriting… now was totally shabby, and illegible! You know… I had an excellent handwriting once, but now I just couldn’t construe my dire handwriting :)

I decided to write this blog post first on the notepad, and then transfer it here.Wow! I was absolutely enjoying writing in this fashion. I know it’s kind of a double work, but I don’t mind.

The entire act of writing seemed magical. As I wrote, I also concentrated on my handwriting. I could see that, the more graceful my handwriting was, the more graceful ‘Puss in Boots’ dance was. 

No wonder, kids are trapped by creative stationeries ;) and so are adults. :)

Thank you dad for this beautiful gift; it took me back to my childhood days.

LIFEISNOWHERE

LIFEISNOWHERE

What did you read? Life Is No Where or Life Is Now Here?

It is just a beautiful line to say that, “Life Depends on the Way We Look It”

Life is moves at a great pace, and in an interesting manner but, sometimes, lot of negativism swathes you suddenly in middle of nowhere. You either may be in office, in a party, or may be at home. The negativism enters through a window, finds you, and instantly clings on to you. You discern the fact that negativism has wrapped you, yet you cannot do anything about it. You are left mindless, motionless, and depressed. 

Same thing happened to me yesterday. I suddenly felt bizarre, irritated, melancholy, miserable, and scared. I felt like slapping someone, felt a bit exhausted, and felt like being alone, at the same time felt petrified of being alone. I felt nostalgic, wanted to shout loudly, felt offended, and wanted to natter but could not, I wanted to snivel but could not, and felt sardonic. I felt envious, annoyed with myself, felt mindless, triggered, ignored and isolated. I felt as if my life has become dilapidated and felt that no one on this earth understands me. I felt that not a soul cares for me. I felt that, I am all the time available for people, but no one is there for me when I need them shoddily. Felt like unfettering my social contacts. I felt unprovoked and pale, oblivious, and naive. I felt angry, rude, arrogant, thwarted with what I was doing. I felt Life is No Where.

The worst part was that, I could still manage to keep a smile on my face throughout the day! Ha!

I think I was missing my mom too much. Evening, when I returned home, I was surprised to see my hubby at home. He had come early from office. I looked at him; and smiled. However, I could not stop my tears… I burst out crying. He hugged me and said, “Cheer up; we are going out on a small outing this weekend.” I was back to normal in a while. While we ate dinner, I told my hubby about all the negativism that disturbed me all through the day. He just smiled and gave me a hug, and said I know you are missing your mom. 

I was surprised to realize that my hubby knows me better than I know myself.

I felt happy about the fact that, he understood what had happened to me without me telling him anything... 

Small things in life matter a lot. Life is Now Here… :) is what I felt.