Navyasaysso

 Well,ever read someone else's letters? We hardly write any these days. But I did to impress my husband.Poor animal did not even read one,but I would love if others read as it is a part of 1001 other things I do. I feel I am into so many things , creative keeda :) Now I do not write any letters as I am into reading more.You know,you cannot be good at these two at the same time. I am reading some amazing content too nowadays. I feel a language survives with its literature.Why not we do small things to cherish our pride? A letter may mean different in your 20s,30s and even in 70s love does not die. I am adding a link of my other blogspot so one can read and may be imagine whatta lover I was(may be is? will be?) https://neelihoo.blogspot.com/

Well, you see an auto,An EV auto to be specific.All I see is a pretty Blue Auto.For instance,you open any wardrobe,blue holds the major share.Blue looks good everywhere and in anything.I had a friend (I still have her by my side) who would purchase only blue dresses.I like all the Colours but I get good dresses in blue ,IDK . So yesterday I had gone to visit a preschool for my son and I planned to visit Jaynagar post that to meet a friend of mine.Guess what ,who arrived via Rapido service? This pretty little auto. I had travelled on EV auto Rikshas in Amritsar.But they had a pathetic condition and not able to climb a flyover too. My dad got an Ather and my mind started calculating on how much returns this guy might be getting by choosing EV over natural gas one. Auto ride was smooth and I was travelling from Dollars colony to Jaynagar and I don't have to tell much about the nature there. I was a bit sleepy post eating heavy paneer parathas, but my mind couldn't stop...

This is a Saturday morning.Only Me and Maga.As a weekend ritual I am set to eat out.I did not want to struggle in the traffic .I did not want to struggle to cook also.When Kartik Agni is not home,I don't have to cook chutney and if no chutney with sir's blessings I cannot eat with Jaggery now.So We went to MTR as I saw some food vlogger giving MTR masala dose review. First I ordered Kharabath for my son.I did not want to overwhelm him with Idly.We give him Idly whenever we go out.So why not Kharabath?(poor me did not know untill last 2-3 years what is actually a Kharabath).He had first few bites with love.Then he must have been full and he showed me how flexible he is. By that time my jacket was full of Kharabath and my masal dose came in . Honestly I am not a dose fan.So it was just to full up my stomach.I wanted to finish it up quickly so that I don't look messy with all food. The hotel ambience was nice as usual.I was peculiar enough t...

What?You got your hair chopped? Are you a male or female? Well,These were some common questions I am getting since the day I had a haircut. Honestly I thought I would look cute and yet look confident at the same time. But Woah,God had some other plans! It made me not to look at the camera.It made people question my gender.I believe it was to mock.My dad almost hit me😂 and asked me not to visit home. For what? not being feminine enough? Is it just the long hair to define a  girl? I walk out,I go with full confidence everywhere without thinking about my hair. I think I am still in my postpartum recovery era where atleast one part of the body aches a day or I act too too crazy for minor inconvenience. Actually I honestly don't care phase I am in. But to be honest ,being a tomboy was something I always liked. But because of the extra straight hair that I have got it made me look homeless. I can't apply serums and it looks wild. But looking at the bright sid...

In my childhood I would often wonder if I could ever get to attend a guitar session by a young singer with full of energy .I would admire movies like "Geetha" where Sanju would have sessions.But I could never really get such opportunities when I actually had the freedom.Now I am a mom,my toddler would perhaps reduce the chances of attending even more. My parents were here after a long time.I asked my brother if we could book the session,a jamming session happening in Bugle Rock almost every Sunday.This was particularly a Folk song themed session.I could not dress up in that attire as I am a miser and find myself guilty.So I just wore a kurti which is 5 years old and wrapped myself in a Kashmiri Shawl which I had got.We had to leave early as I planned my brother to taste the legendary MLTR in DVG road. we went there in cold and around 7 itself the place was half filled.I honestly like the rustic things here as they remind me of my childhood.My brother w...

Here I am rolling on my bed, begging for sleep, remembering the pieces I left behind years back and wondering if those are still alive. I somehow want to go back and live in the yesteryears, but if that turns out to be a good act, won’t it squeeze the memory from my heart forever? How could I be a donor — a donor of a part of my life? I wonder how easy it was to say everything. A story half-read haunts more, they say — but do the characters also experience the same? I want to break barriers, peek into that life where my presence was once nurtured. 💔 Would it be shackled by ethics? Would it still be entertained? I wonder if my breeze has ever passed by his courtyard; I wonder if he ever saw me in her. I wonder if I was strong — I still wonder. What is it all for? Can someone really be good enough to think within the boundaries? Is it easy to forget someone who was your life once? Would it be easy for him to get over it? I don’t know. I still stare at pictures with a blank, ...