Astrophile kid

 When I was a kid, it was really hard for my parents to handle me because of my naughtiness as well as my love for the soil. Not only during childhood, I loved playing in mud; still, I play in mud, but I never saw any of my nieces or nephews playing in mud. As a child, I knew how hard it was to watch TV for an hour without being scolded by the elders. It's like time scheduled for television. My grandparents showed me crows, cows, and goats and made me eat, but nowadays it's all about having a mobile phone in a child's hand and feeding them. Even though the scenario is not only for children, it also suits adults. One hand holds and another hand holds mobile phone. The whole concentration is on the mobile phone. Sometimes I also have my lunch while watching television. We allow children to play with artificial clay, but not in soil. We literally lost many outdoor games. I think we were the generation that had golden times during childhood. It's not the fault of children i

 I took a paracetamol, had lunch, and got ready for college. My mom was asking me whether I was capable of walking or if she should call my cousin to drop me off on the main road. I said no to her, packed my exam materials, came outside the door, and again asked her to open the door. She was like, "This is not your MCC; this is home; go to college and write your exam".😂I couldn't handle the bright, hot sun that was sipping out my energy through my shield, known as an umbrella. I crossed the main road, and within a few seconds I got a share auto and stared at it because there was a seat in the upper part of the auto, and the lady at the right corner of the upper seat as well as the lady at the bottom seat were like statues, and my brain was processing how to get on the seat now. Somehow I managed to sit on the seat and got scolded by the lady in the upper seat. I have good flexibility to climb the upper seat, but due to fever, my body was hurting, and it didn't suppor

 I have a separate notebook for major and allied in order to have the keywords. In front of the three notebooks. I wrote the short form of all three papers. My brother, who usually never cares about my notebooks, used to take them without my permission and use them for his own needs, and when I search for them, he won't even say that he took them. If I ask him, he won't reply to me because he knows that is the best way of irritating me. It was during last semester that he took my literary forms book for keeping his mobile phone on his bed, and when I asked my mom, she told me that she didn't see it. It was around three days I searched for it, and after a long search, I saw a book in his bed, and looking at the front page, I realized that it was my literary form book. I was in a hyper-angry mode about throwing him out of the earth. I went to him and asked about taking my book without my permission; there was no reply from him. Realizing his strategy, I came back.  One day he

  In early December, I went shopping with my mom, aunt, and younger cousin. We first went to the saree session for my mom and aunt, and as usual, they didn't pick any sarees rather than have an saree exhibition. They were like, I saw this saree in the advertisement, and this pattern was so good; this is so costly, and at the end, me and my cousin were waiting for them to select one, but they destroyed our thinking without picking anything. Then we went to the gown section for my cousin. Again, here she struggled to filter one from the collection. Somehow she took one, and we went to the accessories section. As usual, me and my cousin started our accessory hunting. It's like we both took many clips and put them in the basket, and my mom and aunt took them from the basket and kept them in their places. This scene is actually related to YouTube shorts. Then I came out of the section and waited outside for the three. I came near the bill counter, and there was a staff member checki

 I didn't even know that I had completed a 30-day blogging challenge. I sat in front of my laptop at 4 o'clock and wrote a blog, and all of a sudden my eyes saw the number of blog posts. I was doubting them and even started to count them like a kid. I actually began blogging on March 6 and stopped it right before my CA III. I even felt guilty for stopping the blog. I told Cathy about this, and she boosted me, and again, I began from where I stopped. Yeah, I failed, but I never gave up. There are days where I struggle to get a topic, and sometimes I used to wonder if I would get enough content and if the flow of writing would be good. Will it be an interesting one?  The appreciation from the HOD mam was like getting an award. I show it to my parents, and there will be a mini-happy dance session. As a literature student, when I entered MCC, I had no idea of my future. I was very unstable in choosing my career and came to literature out of compulsion. I have the habit of writing v

 I was sitting in the botany tank and looking at my notes for the I CA during the Ist semester. There was a brother sitting on the right side of me. At once, when I turned to take my water bottle, I noticed that he was drawing something. I was so eager to see his drawing. At that time, his junior, who was my friend at GC, came there. Smiling at her, I noticed that he was drawing actor Dhanush from the Kodi movie. The art looks fabulous. It was around 11.30, and I packed my bag in order to attend the 4th hour in Thomas Hall. I was thinking about whether I needed to tell him about his artwork. Feeling so shy prevented me from speaking to him. Somehow I gained confidence, and I called him. He was actually wearing an airdope, so I had to call him twice. Hearing my voice, he removed his airbuds, and I told him that his drawing was so good and I loved it. Even in this moment, I remember his smile. As an artist, if someone appreciates me, I will be happy, and there will be a smile for a long