Astrophile kid

 This is my first acrylic painting. And yeah, by the way, it was not done on a canvas board. I just cut down a thick piece of cardboard that was actually used to cover some electronic appliances. Then I tore a piece of old cotton cloth to the desired size. Then I mixed the fevicol and powder and made it into a thick paste. Then I applied it to the cotton cloth. After that, my paint brushes were scheduled with a strict assignment, and the paint didn't stick as I thought.On canvas board, we could draw the subject, but on cotton cloth, I couldn't draw an outline, so actually, the subject was the toughest one. I literally suffered a lot for the face structure.I didn't have the required paint brushes for the painting, but I managed to do it with what I had. I took three steps toward painting, and finally I got what I needed. It was not that easy, but the results made me satisfied. "For the capable, even grass can be a weapon"

 Arriving in the native country and then spinning inside a busy wedding schedule, my biggest headache was washing my floor-length dresses in this heavy rainy season. The relatives who visited Chennai were telling us about the heat in there. Meanwhile, I was thinking about my condition; I couldn't even handle the heat of Chennai at the beginning of May. And here in Cape Comorin, it's raining. Today the rain took rest for its day and night duty. And it's actually my duty to wash my clothes. I was suffering to decide whether I should wash my clothes because the sun gave me one minute of sunlight, then I went to have snacks inside the clouds. Finally, I washed my clothes and asked the sun to come out of the clouds and dry my clothes. Immediately, it came out and started to dry my dresses. My mom was telling me that the sun may have heard what I said. Within half an hour, the sun gave me bye, and it went to rest. And this betrayal caused me to dry my clothes under the ceiling fa...

 It's been just two weeks since I came to my native. The first thing I worried about was cleaning my room, which actually seemed to me like an old British museum. Somehow I managed to do the cleaning process, and it took me three days. That was not a tough task for me. The toughest one was maintaining the room cleanly. But as usual, I failed this time also. I made it as messy as I could. Then, after making it messy to an extreme range, there is an alarm system inside me that warns that the room is going to be in the ultra-extremely messy range. Then I used to search for ways to organize rooms aesthetically. It was my manner to sit with the phone for the whole day after searching for this on YouTube. Then I start my cleaning process, and somehow I manage it. Now the condition was worse. It's been 7 days since I tried to reorganize my room. In the name of organizing and cleaning my room, I make it overly messy, and that is my present condition.

 This may be dried flowers, but it actually holds nostalgic memories of my heavenly school days. We had an Athapoo competition for the Onam. We celebrated Onam and Teacher's Day on the same day. The morning session was allocated for the teacher's day and the afternoon session for the Onam celebration. In the midst of the busy academic schedule, that was one of the days where we felt so free. My classmates brought flowers, and the class was split into groups for proper time management. We were nearly five who were allocated for drawing the pookalam. There were actually worms in the flowers, and some of my classmates even ran when they saw or touched any worms. In the evening, I just grabbed three marigold flowers from the athapooo just for a memory, and still they're on my study table. My mom thought that it was some waste flowers that accidentally fell into my bag, and yeah, she threw them in the dustbin. I fought with her, took them back from the dustbin, and secured them ...

 Today I went to my dad's school. The school was situated in a beach area. I was surprised to see the location because it was totally different from the seashore village style. It looked like a village mixed with a city vibe. Once the school came, I went with my laptop to check the wifi connection given for the school. Then I started to wander around the school campus. I made a new friend there. It was a doggy. I was shooting clips for video editing, and it was rolling around my legs. I think it was actually feeling so bored during this summer vacation because during working days there will be little kids to play with it and now it may feel lonely. I spend most of my time in taking videos of the nature. There were a lot of flowers, and I could see many insects having food. The temperature was higher than in my village. I didn't did any work but just standing outside I felt like having a shower. After an hour, we left from there. It was a new experience of visiting a school.

 I was organizing my table today, and I found a saree brooch safety pin. There is a story behind this pin. I couldn't remember the date when I got this, but I still remember the day vividly in my mind. It was a rainy evening. After completing our extra class, we were waiting for the bus near the bus stop. We used to sit near the chapel steps, and the rainy clouds were frequently showering us with their blessings. So we shifted inside the chapel. There were arrival of two buses but they were so crowd. At last, the time was going on, but there was no sign of any bus arrival. After waiting for nearly an hour and a half, we saw a bus on the way. We decided to get on the bus regardless of any excuses. We got on the bus, and actually it was heavy rain outside, and I was kind of jammed in between my friend and a college sister. She was wearing a saree, and I couldn't see her face. Somehow I got out of the bus and walked home alone. I kept my bag in my room, and after refreshing myself...

 From a young age, I witnessed the sharing of food products by my parents and grandparents with relatives and neighbors. We had small farming, but if the amount of product is in excess, they will sell it. Today morning, me and my dad went to my aunt's home to get spinach. She came a little bit earlier and told us to come home and get the spinach. During May, we used to have a distribution of drumsticks and mangoes. I used to accompany my dad to our relatives.We also had cultivation of brinjal and lady's finger, and I still remember that the first niece in the home was three months older when me and my dad visited her with our agricultural harvests. She was trying to hold a huge brinjal with her tiny fingers.She couldn't do that, so me and my cousin sister helped her to hold it. She thought it was a toy to play with, but finally gave up on it because of its heavy weight.

 I was standing in the middle of the road to take a rain bath. After a while, when I thought that the rain would delay a little bit, I went to the block near the side of the road and sat on it. My area friend came in and asked me if there was no place for me in the house😂. Sitting on the block and chilling with nature again, I stood in the middle of the road with some of my crazy steps. The rain burst out more than our expectations. The wind was literally trying to spin me with it. It forced me to play with it, but I held our gate tightly, and all of a sudden, due to the excess speed of the wind, the branches and twigs broke down. At a second, I opened the gate and ran towards the sit-out while my dad was chilling on the side road of the national highway. Once the speed of the wind decreased, I jumped again to take a rain bath.

 Traditionally, we have the practice of preparing the hair oil at home, and now I am in charge of it at home. I prepared it yesterday and cooled it, and today I have to strain it; otherwise, my mom would transfer the oil without any straining method. The smell of oil was so good as usual, and due to this, I used over-oil for my hair, and it looked like I dipped my hair inside the oil chamber. I got enough scolding from my mom because I was getting ready for a function and had the worst hairstyle. I knew it was the worst, but I couldn't fix it. The destination for the function seemed to me to have no end. I was in such hungry mode, and I tried to sleep, but I felt like the car was moving on a jackfruit tree. Somehow we reached the destination, and the rain burst with its full force. We had no option, and everyone ran home from the vehicle. I was standing with the umbrella as a volunteer, and at last my dad asked me to bring the umbrella near the car, and I was searching for him stan...

 I painted a glass bottle before, and I couldn't complete the art at the time. During Christmas, I planned to complete it, but again, due to my busy schedule, I couldn't. I painted it according to a YouTube video reference. I might have watched it twenty-five times. The painting was not done with a brush but with my fingertip. At first, I doubted a lot myself. Then I started painting, and I found it would surely turn into a beautiful one. The rain was singing at the time, and I was listening to it along with my artistic work. I finished the work and took some images. I kept it in my self and looked it for every minute because the outcome was so higher than my expectations. 

 I woke up from the bed to the sound of rain and had a cup of tea. My dad asked me to help him with the instrument for plucking mangoes from the tree. After fixing it, we went to pluck mangoes, and the rain that was stored in a cover of dark clouds suddenly pored without any precaution. But we didn't step back; we stood in the rain and plucked most of the mangoes that we could. Then me and my dad went with the pickaxe to dig the tap roots. Being a girl from an agricultural background, I think it is rolled up in my genetics because I found my zenith of satisfaction in this. In between these times, I picked up a handful of mud and made it into a mini pot. I didn't sieve and made it. I kept it near the mud stove, and that's the only way to dry it in this rainy season. At last, I kept it inside the mud stove as it got heated by the remaining ash. Finally, I got a cute mini pot, but it has some leakage.

 It was heavy rain in the morning, and I had to attend my cousin's wedding. My biggest worry was that I had to wear a floor-length lehenga, which was the hardest task to manage as it weighed heavily. I had no option, so I wore it and went to the groom's residence. The rain didn't reduce its speed, so we didn't get out of the car. We started our journey, and I felt it was a long one. In order to find the remaining distance to the wedding place, I put a map on it, and the next moment, the place came. Everyone was waiting for the rain to reduce its speed, but it didn't, so everyone rejected their inner patience and ran with an umbrella. My mom went with the umbrella, and me and my dad, who were a little lazy to walk in the rain, thought of going inside the church later, so we both opened the car and ran away. It's been a while since I attended the church wedding, and I sat with my uncle and dad in the last row. I had a wonderful lunch, and after, I didn't have ...

 Today we went to my mom's native place for a wedding. The auditorium was near the church, which was again near the seashore. My mom reminded me of her childhood, when during the Sunday class, she and her friends used to play in the sand. They also hide each other's chappal inside the sand. The bride's mom was her best friend, and I could see a different side of my mom. She went and hugged her, and I didn't expect that because whenever I asked her about her friends, she never told me any of the names. But today I could clearly see that she also had friends. After having our wedding food as usual,we inquired about each other's well being, and I was mostly asked repeated questions by most of them. With a pop corn in one hand, I witnessed the huge statues of Mother Mary and Jesus near the auditorium. I was asking about it, and my mom told me that the statue was recently erected, as was the auditorium. As the auditorium was near the seashore, I could feel the sea breeze...

 Today I went to the bank to open a new account. We reached the venue before time, and me and my dad stood outside the bank and conducted our stand-up comedy session. As usual, we were both the performers, and we were also the audience. Once the time was 10 o'clock, the security opened the door, and we were the first customers. I was asked to give many signatures today, but my dad was explaining the old spiraling process of those days. He sat in a seat, and I was running from person to person. At last, the passbook printing machine took itself a short break, so I also took a break until the staff somehow stopped its break period. At last, I had to get a signature from the assistant manager, and I went to him. He gave the sign, and I took the passbook from his table and looked at my dad. He was telling me in a very low voice to thank him. I was staring at him for a moment and then stared at the assistant manager. Again, I looked at my dad, and he was telling me to thank him. I smile...

 There are days of sleepless nights, and now it has changed to endless sleep. Once I get under my blanket, I just merge into the world of sleep, and I wake up until I hear my dad's voice in the early morning. The cool climate made me sleep every time. Even my hand doesn't want to draw or paint during the noon. When I force them to do so, at the moment of taking out the colors from the drawer, I want to sleep. Today I don't want to sleep, even though the climate and weather make me sleepy. I want to watch the Roja movie, which is 32 years old. I got the enthusiasm from a short video and watched it in a single sitting. The songs were very soothing to the climate, and I sat myself down, rolled in a blanket. Once I completed watching the movie, I played the songs from the movie, and I felt like sleeping.I stopped the music because the rain started increasing its volume and I understood it. I couldn't control my sleep, so I just jumped into bed and slept peacefully, and my d...

 I was assigned with a busy schedule of three weddings. In the morning, I had to attend a noolukettu ceremony, a function celebrated on the 28th day since the birth of the baby in the southernmost part of India. I was invited by my school friend, and I already had a wedding to attend. We waited, and Chunk told me that she was alone in the auditorium with her dad. Her dad had some duties, and when my non-blooded friend arrived at the auditorium, her dad left, and she stopped continuously calling me. I was having the traditional food, and she actually disturbed me three times. Once I completed my food, me and my dad went to take a car, but it was trapped by other cars. My area brother was asked to find the driver, and he went in search of them, and finally we found them. From there, me and my dad went like for an entrance examination. We reached the venue, and I saw my friend standing there. I climbed upstairs, which was actually covered by people like snow, but somehow I managed it....

 During my high school years, I used to travel by transport bus. After getting down from the junction, I walk along with my friends. But during the last three months of my school life, I mostly walked alone because my friends used to go to the tuition class straight from the school. Crossing the road, I look at both sides of the road and also at the convent institution where my education started when I was two and a half years old. Looking at the heavenly park and the place, I could regain my nostalgic memories. The road looks like it is climbing down the hill and again climbing up the hill. Reaching the main junction, where there is a chayakada (teashop), I shower a little smile on the people I know. On my way home, at least there will be five people who speak with me. After crossing my aunt's house, there is a big area where there  was a huge rock. There is information from the elders that if we stand on top of that rock, they could be able to watch the sea. At that particul...

 Yesterday I was allotted with a busy wedding schedule. There were four weddings to attend, but I could only eat at one place. At the second wedding, me and my parents went to take photos with the bride and the groom. Standing at the stage with a smile on my face, I noticed my Hindu teacher was speaking with someone. The moment I came down the stage, I ran towards her. During my schooling in 7th grade, once I ran from the class in her hour. She used to ask us questions and punish us with beatings. Sometimes there are some kids in the class room who get special beats from her, and I am one of them.  She hugged me and blessed me. She said that now I look like a Chennai girl😂. She also wished me to study well and for a better future. The last wedding we attended was my dad's student. My dad went and hugged him.  The connection we get in this bond is different from all the others, which means I used to get punishment from my Hindi teacher, but I love her to the core. When w...

 During my college working days, every morning begins with my energy drink and with the scroll of my mobile phone. But there are days where I don't check my mobile phone and go to college, and if there is no first hour, mostly my friends tell me. On leave days, the whole day used to be spent with my mobile phone and laptop. It's been productive or not been productive; I was totally attached to technical gadgets. If there were no mobile phone and other technical gadgets, probably time would never have passed for me. Even most of my notes are on my laptop, and even the books I read were mostly soft copy. After coming to the native country, I found myself distancing from technical gadgets. I began to check my WhatsApp at noon, and most importantly, I used to charge my phone every day, but now it has changed to once every 3 days. In the past 3 days in native, I didn't care about my laptop, and only yesterday I noticed it because my dad asked me to help him with his work. The re...

 I could remember the debate regarding day scholar and hosteler life. I was on the side of the day scholar. There was a good tackle-point attack between the two teams. Personally, I was thinking about my native life in that particular situation. The moment I came to my native country, I never asked for anything to eat or told my parents I was hungry except breakfast ,lunch and dinner, because if I felt hungry, I would go to the backyard of our home, where fruits could be fetched straight from the trees. Today evening it was raining, and I could see the fruits with the taste of rain. When time passed, the sky showed its acrylic show. It's bliss to the eyes. Looking at the colorful sky, I thought of the dark clouds before the heavy rain. When we accept the hard things in life, remember one thing: there will be colorful things in life. Looking at the acrylic sky, I remembered my 12th grade physics teacher, where there was a lesson clearly thought out by her regarding the acrylic sky.

 During my high school years, there was a famous story written by Leo Tolstoy. God sees the truth but waits was its title, and it's the first supplementary reader, so we were all thorough with it. If this supplementary was asked with any other supplementary as an option, everyone in my class room prefers that God sees the truth but waits. I studied it thoroughly before writing the ten-mark question. After writing the paragraph, we have to write a moral. But the moral itself is already given by our madam. Sometimes I forget to have a look at the moral, and at that time I wrote the moral that strikes me at the present. After being a literature student in my second semester, I learned the same short story but totally from a different angle. I analyzed it according to my intuition. I compared it with some religious texts. Analyzing every character was a different experience that was totally different from my school days of answer writing.

 This was the first time I traveled in an AC coach. There was actually a kind of excitement in me, and it ended right the moment I entered into it. I actually hate bus travel because it gives me a kind of secluded vibe. And now in AC coach, I felt the same. Everyone was silent with their own business. Usually in sleeper coach me and my dad never stops our speech. The people near us will also speak with each other. Getting connected with new people is something I love very much. But in AC, everyone was sitting with their technical gadgets, especially with airdopes. There was actually silence in our compartment. I love eating food packed from home on the train. After entering the train, I often ask my dad for food until they give it to me. But this was the first time in my train travel that I denied eating. My mom told me that I should not tell her at midnight that I was feeling hungry. Considering her words, I ate some, but not to my utmost satisfaction. There was a black blanket an...

 Getting down from the train and landing on the native every time I felt like landing in heaven. The train stopped on the other side, so we had to walk a little bit extra. We came home, and my room looks like a museum that I left for just 4 months without any care. I didn't clean because I was tired and helped my parents a little bit, then ate an unripe mango with chili and salt, and my tongue got its addiction back. The clouds told me that they are going to shower rain and I didn't care but suddenly rain drops fell and I ran to take my clothes.Then after that, I found a corn flour pack and started making some clay charms that I had prepared. Actually, I didn't prepare the clay properly, but somehow I managed it. Then me and my parents went to visit my school friend's house. After spending time there, we went to meet my little niece. She grew as I looked at her for the for the last time as a small baby. She didn't come to me at first, but as time passed, she came to...

 The urge of intuition to go native cannot be measured. There is something that we cousins named a huge rock behind our home as Kurishmala, which is actually the name of a pilgrimage center in Kerala. It was actually so big, but the majority of it was damaged during the last generation, so only a little part of it remained behind my uncle's house. Me and my cousin used to climb it several times a day when we were young. We also make a crib on the top of the rock and tell ourselves as we are climbing on kurishmala. There used to be competition between us. Most of the statues we kept in the crib were lost because many animals visit at midnight. It's been years since we climbed the rock because of our enthusiasm for climbing it, and we never had such gatherings due to academics.

 Having a mom who is very keen on the cleanliness of the home, it was really hard for me to be a messy kid. If I ever replace the newspaper, she will become a super mom at scolding. So it's mandatory to be neat, but most of the time I don't. When she visits my room, I always get scolded for my messiness, and during high school due to studies, she gave me an excuse. The advantage of having a mom like this is that when the room becomes extremely messy, my mind automatically prepares to clean it. Actually, during exam days, my room used to be extra messy, and after that, it was my duty to clean it. I never felt so bored doing cleaning because the output gave me satisfaction. 

     I was just thinking about me, who stood in front of the McC gate with fear, and my dad was asking the security where Anderson Hall was, and he showed me the way. Then I entered the main gate, turned back, and looked at my dad, and he was looking at me like a kindergarten kid. He didn't come with me to nursery, and my grandma took me to nursery. So that was a kind of special feeling, and yeah, I turned at him and waved that I would be fine. I remember it clearly because there was a huge struggle with my college selection. I walked in agony and found two people who looked like me, so I asked them voluntarily, and they were also freshers like me. It was not that easy for a girl from Greeny Village to adapt to city life. But I pushed myself, and I felt that it was worth studying here, where I identified myself. Yeah, one year has passed, and today Vava was telling me she was worried about the holidays because she couldn't meet friends. And I was asking her to think about...

       Recently, I went shopping alone. I went to the topmost floor, purchased a single product, and went to the bill counter with 500 rupees. The product I purchased was below 50 rupees, and the sister at the bill counter asked me whether I had change. I said no to her, and her face changed immediately, and they made me to wait and went to look after another customer. I waited and somehow got the money, and I felt that there was an increase in the amount. Doubting myself, as I am very weak in mathematics, I went to the other floor to purchase another thing. Again, the product also costs below 50 rupees. The billing person gave the change, and I was doubting again because I thought I didn't get the extra amount correctly. I asked her, "Didn't I give you 100 rupees?". She immediately got harsh in her tone and told me "you gave only 50 rupees". I said sorry to her and came back. This is not the first time I have confused 50 rupees and 100 rupees. So I didn...

 Today my chechi (cousin) got married, and yeah, I couldn't make it on her wedding day. Actually, I thought of attending, but due to my semester, I can't attend her big day. The day the election commission announced the election date, I got panicked about this, and the panic was worth it. Then, when the official mail came from the principal, I started to search for all the trains from Central to Kootayam. I still remember that day where I was totally blank, not even concentrating on my classes, and only thinking about her wedding. Once the timetable came, my ticket was cancelled along with that of my mother. Yeah, she even sacrificed the wedding for me. I was the only one who didn't attend the wedding from the cousin squad. The worst thing is that I also missed my time with the kutty pattaalam (children squad). And the most important thing is food. After getting the menu, my stomach literally cried, but I consoled myself by saying that I am blessed with food daily. Looking ...

 Yesterday, around 3 o'clock in the early morning, I felt like my body was burning. But I didn't come to the real world, and I felt like I was in hell. All of a sudden, my brain became conscious, and I woke up from my bed. The temperature was increasing, and I realized that the power was gone. I couldn't even open my eyes properly. I went to my mom, and she told me to sit on the balcony. I took a paper from the table for being a hand fan to me (actually that was Britlit question paper), and the mosquitoes gave me a warm welcome with their bites. This was not the first. Already within the last 15 days, this was the 5th time power had gone out at midnight. On April 21, the day before the semester exam, the power was gone, and me and my brother sat on the balcony until 2 o'clock. But yesterday was terrible compared to all the other days because the power went out in the middle of the night. All the other days, it goes around 10 o'clock and then comes in at 2 o'cloc...

 After a while, I talked with my school bestie, Nila. Today is her birthday, so I asked her to give me an appointment, and she was free for the whole day. I called her, and the ring bell was going on. I thought of cut off the call before she picked it up. All of a sudden, a ghostly voice came from the opposite side. Seriously, I was shocked about the way she called me, as she used to do in high school. Actually, there won't be any hello for us. And most importantly, everyone says there should be respect between each other when we are in any kind of relationship. And this human creature is an exception for me because she never respects me, and I never respect her. I asked for Payaasam as a birthday day treat from her, and she asked me if there was any option on the phone to get through the screen in order to reach her home, find it, and do it. I said no and asked her to courier the payasam, and she in turn asked me to come in as a courier😂. She literally shared many things, as she...

      Today I am going to share an interesting story that I came across in my GC history during the last semester. There was a topic called the Berlin blockade in which Germany was divided into four zones by the US,, Britain, France, and Russia. At this time, West Berlin was blocked by Russia. For a year, the people of West Berlin were supplied with emergency supplies by airlines. It was not that easy for the US government to do this, but they did it, and at last, the Berlin Blockade ended as a failure for Russia. There was something called the Candy Bomber that attracted me. So I went inside the link and started reading about it. It was during this tough time that a pilot named Gail Halveraon dropped the candy to the children. He even showed a sign to them by wiggling the wings of the airplane so that they could easily identify the plane. Just a simple act marked his name strongly on the page of history . It's not about what we do; it's all about the situation and how we...