Astrophile kid

 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. I w

 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 particular pl

 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 we climb up

 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 and a

 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 the l

       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 behav