Astrophile kid

 In the morning, my room became the most messy one as I was getting ready for my cousin's wedding. As usual, the toughest job called hairstyling worked for me at the last. It was after years we had a grand wedding in the village. According to village traditions, grand doesn't mean how much decoration or other things; it all means about the number of people attending the wedding. We departed from the groom's home, and it was actually a long journey, and I was yarning most of the time because I didn't sleep properly. Somehow we reached the destination. But the problem was we reached the place but the groom didn't arrived there. We were waiting outside the church, and the rain started to shower him drop by drop. This is called blessing rain in the native country, where when the groom arrives in the front yard of the church, there will be little, tiny drops that bless him—a belief of our native. As I saw him as a groom, I could remember a schoolboy who went to morning c

 In preparation of a cousin's wedding, most of the family members arrived in the native country today. We cousins went to visit our little nephew, and she was not in a mood to play with us. She started crying when my brother-in-law tried to take her from her grandfather for a walk in the front yard. Then people around her tried to calm her down, and she wasn't in a mode of enjoying. Then my BIL started the session of roasting my SIL as they were college friends. That was actually in an extreme range because she is a singer. I even got a stomach ache due to extreme laughter. After a long laughing session, we departed from there. There is eagerness of waiting for the wedding because that used to be the place we could meet most of our family members and get introduced to each other. After my cousin's (sister's) wedding, this will be the next one I am so excited about. A typical Kanniyakumari wedding is something that I miss more during my stay in Chennai. It actually give

 It was early morning, and my mom asked me to help her dry the products for the third day. As she was spreading them on the terrace, I sat down with the umbrella as it was so hot there. At that time I was seeing the sun with naked eyes, and when I turned my look into another place, I could feel a blank blanket in my eyes. I went down and took my mobile to shoot some clips of sun. If Sun could speak, it would surely ask me if I had any sense because I suffered so hard to record a single perfect video. Then I didn't came down because I merged myself in recording the nature. After an hour, I got a call from my mom and she asked me to come down.

 During my schooling in high school, I used to travel by transport bus. It was the biggest task because there is an arts college on the next compound of our school. There are days where the school leaves at 3.45 and we reach home at 5.15. The bus stop is in front of our school, but most of the time the bus drivers used to stop the bus in front of the college compound, and the school students used to run to catch the bus. There were only a few buses that stopped at the bus stop. Even at that time, as the stop was one of the crowded ones, we struggled so much to get on the bus. There are days of traveling on footboard. Many times we don't even have a proper handle to grip ourselves, and mostly I used to hold my friends hands. I couldn't think of the trust that I have in them at those moments. Looking at many accidents that had happened like this in recent times, I thank God for saving me. The next step after getting into the bus was handling our bags. There are many times we were

 Having an unproductive day, I was disturbing my mom for most of the time. After having my lunch, I switched on the TV, and it shows no signal for the past three days. Then I went to my room and laid on the bed, but I couldn't sleep. Then I got up from it and took the products for drying, and then again I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. Secretly, I went to the earthenware, in which salty, spicy mangoes were there. It was not that easy to open it without any noise and close it the same as it was. Then I went to the backyard to see if the coriander seeds that I sown had sprouted out or not. There was no sign of any sprouting, and I picked a spoon and slowly moved the soil to see whether they sprouted inside the soil. Again, no sign of sprouting. Then I closed the seeds with the soil. This is me, from the young age, being very impatient with the sowning.

 As I was going through my novel, my mom called me to take the cereal and chili that were spread on the terrace to dry. This is actually common in villages where people only use ready-made powder in urgent situations, and the rest of the time they all dry out the products and powder them in mills and use them for cooking purposes. And it's been two weeks we are trying to dry out the things, but the weather was not in a condition of cooperating for our plan. Today it was around 3 o'clock, and I was asked by my mom to take the things from the terrace. I thought of saying no to her, and I looked at the sky, and it said that soon it's going to shower on the land. I went with my mom, and we were surprised to see the rain along with the bright sun beam. There was salty mango spread to get dried out, and I was eating them without caring about the rain. I could guess my mamma's angry, so I stopped eating and helped her as much I could.

 Like one of the busy days I was scheduled with four weddings. The morning was adjustable, but the evening schedule literally cracked me because I slept unknowingly due to the chillness of air for the welcoming ceremony of rain. My dad woke me up, and I was moving at the speed of a snail because I was still in half sleep. I got dressed up and then came the toughest task of my entire life. It's called hairstyling. I hate it till the core because my hair used to have different textures for each day. At last I failed in all the hairstyles and ended up in something. I was visiting the auditorium nearly after three years and also the church near it. During my middle schooling, I used to go for competitions conducted in that church, which was very old and was built by Scottish missionaries. Having my food, I was again in a 1/4 sleep mode. Once I completed, I saw my childhood friend. He was the first one whom I knew as a friend at the age of two and a half when I entered the nursery, and

 It was early in the morning dressing up in my favorite dress for my first government exam. I had done one percent of preparation and got ready for the examination. My dad came with me to the center, and I was allotted room no 5. I could feel how young I am at the examination. I could witness the determination of many people, especially a pregnant sister. As the classrooms were a little dusty, we cleaned them. I was yarning too much in the exam hall. It was the first time I didn't know anything about the procedures before and after the examination. The instructions were given by the invigilator, and the bell was given. Once I completed the exam, as a beginner, I must thank my invigilator because he helped me and another one who was struggling the same as me. I think we two were new to the exam because we were the two who depended on each and every step. At last, tallying the answers was the biggest task and more than the examination. The invigilator guided us, and somehow I complet

 Somehow today my twenty-day room-organizing festival came to an end. There is a glass bottle in my room in which some drops of honey were inside, and I didn't notice it before taking it to my room. I kept it separately above my desk to wash it. Once I completed my organizing session, I took the bottle and came to the backyard of my home to wash it. I took a cup and soaked the soap to make soap water and then poured it into the bottle and shaked it well. Then, to remove the froth, I showed the bottle straight to the tap. Once it was removed, I inverted the bottle to remove the water. Surprisingly, bubbles formed a pattern together. I ran with the bottle to my mom, and she scolded me to go out of the house because water from the outside of the bottle was dropping on the floor. Then I kept it outside the home and ran to my room and took my mobile and clicked photos. My mom was surprised by my behavior, and she asked me if that was the first time I saw this thing because she had seen

 During my middle schooling, we were given robotics as a subject. Masha Innovation Center, which is run by the young, vibrant Indian inventor Masha Nazeem, who was born and brought up in Cape Comorin. She often had visits to our school. Whenever she arrives for the morning assembly, she always has a vibrant talk with us. Once she came in at noon, and our school management arranged for a session. We were very happy because our class tests were cancelled, and there won't be any classes after that. She asked us a question: What is innovation?. People gave different and unique answers. Then she explained it to us with a story. Let me narrate. There was a soap manufacturing company. They manufactured good-quality soaps, and all of a sudden they got a complaint from the customers that some soap packets were just vacuum-filled and there was no soap inside the box. This issue went to the CEO, and the managers were asked to assemble for a meeting to solve the problem. After a long discussi

 As I was organizing the books, I found the old letter written by my dad's friend to him inside an Oxford dictionary, from which most of the people in our family got their names. I picked up the letter and read it once again. There is always a curiosity and excitement in reading it each and every time. Writing is not only therapy; it also creates a good memory. It can not only connect emotionally with the people by whom it was written and also the receiver. I don't know how the writer looks or how she is now, but I could feel a kind of care and love in her words. Words written on paper give a special feeling than anything. Even though years run but the paper filled with the emotions will always shows the intuition and the feelings of a human. I think this letter will be the precious thing that I am protecting for years. 

 After completing the 90 percent of procedures for the license, I was waiting with my dad in the shed. Near that shed, registration was going on. There was a grandfather who grasped my half of the attention. He was very old, but I was astonished by his taste for the vehicle. There were different colors and different models of two-wheelers. Most importantly, there was a BMW motorcycle where people were spinning around it. There was a car that grasped me and my dad's attention the next moment it entered the RTO office. We couldn't see it's symbol, and we guessed it might be a foreign company car. So my dad went to it, and finally it was an Indian brand car, and due to a sticker modulation, it seemed to us as a foreign brand four-wheeler. I couldn't starve for a long time, so we went outside and had tea there. As usual, I denied eating snacks and lunch from outside. After that, there was an entry of an Italian-branded motorcycle where we both were analyzing its structural

 Being in the excitement of taking the license, I could remember the nostalgic night that I learned bicycle of my own. During those childhood days, I had a four-wheel bicycle. Looking at my brother, who was using a two-wheeled bicycle, I got an enthusiasm for riding it. It actually doesn't suit my height, so my dad rejected helping me learn it. Even my stubborn behavior didn't work properly, but I didn't lose hope. My uncle's home and my home are in the same compound, and they were settled in Chennai. After failing in finding a tutor, I went to my mom, and she told me to learn with the help of leaning on the wall. The wall was not very polished. That was the last option I had, and I started my practice. I began the session in the evening and didn't stop until I got the balance. I could have written something about that special feeling of getting the balance at that time. That was the special moment where I learned it on my own.

 While I was organizing my high school textbooks and notebooks, I came across my 10th grade math notebook, and the front cover took me to a nostalgic era. During the 10th grade, the government of Tamil Nadu announced all passes for public exam students. Even though our portions were completed and revisions began, after this official announcement, we literally tried to escape from the academic world. But our school management never allowed for it. We had a math mam who is the sweetest and calmest in nature.During her hour, she used to give us problems and set a time for them. It was during COVID time, so we had social distance in our classroom. But it was really hard for us to maintain the distance. We used to complete the problems as soon as we could, and then we used to tell stories by just looking at the images in our textbooks as well as the notebooks. I was now astonished by the imaginative stories we created ourselves and recited and giggled at.

 I was sitting with porridge due to a decline in my health. I got a call from my non-blooded one, and I attended, but all of a sudden I cut down on the call because I was ordered by my parents not to move an inch without drinking the porridge. Immediately, I went to WhatsApp to MSG him, but he had already started typing me. He asked me to come outside the home because he and another one, the youngest non-blooded, were waiting outside the home. The younger one got a semester holiday for a month, so they came to visit friends in the area. After drinking my porridge, I went outside the house to look at them, and they were standing straight outside our gate. I thought they might have departed because it was nearly 10 minutes since he made me a call. We inquired about each other's well-being, but usually it wouldn't be in a formal way. After speaking for some more minutes, they both departed from my home. If I were actually in their position, I could have departed from there earlier

 As I was sitting with a porridge to get it cool watching the TV, the advertisements were going on. There was an ad for a famous jewelry shop, and I watched it, and without my conscious awareness, I said adipowli, which means super in English. The reason for this was that the models in that jewelry were in dusky stin-tone. The bride in the ad was dressed in a South Indian bride's attire. I actually wondered because, from my young age, the models cast for most of the ads used to be fair-skinned. I could have loved to thank the jewelry shop because this is the beginning of a new era where I think dusky-skinned people will also be treated as equal to fair-skinned people. And moreover, even many of the brides who used to be dusky-skinned transformed into fair-skinned ones on their big day. There was always a question inside me regarding this makeup because, according to me, make-up is something that is considered an art that enhances the beauty of a person more without changing their n