She fact!!!

Most of us live like that
Without feeling how worthy we are,
Without measuring how much we are doing
Without blaming
Without even knowing that we are living for others to live.
As daughter it starts
And ends as a mother or grand mother.
What change does it make otherwise???
What do they lose otherwise???
But 'm sure they will say;"how different and easy was my life when she was alive" !!!

Good morning!!!

I stretched my legs to the sparkling sun in my balcony. A shiny day after a heavy rain is beautiful and fresh. House is empty, boys went to school and office. I was feeling moody. I heard a lady sweeping yards in the nearby apartment. Instantly that sound took me to my home,miles away. Then all i saw when i stared from my eighth floor balcony was my sweet home.
Muddy old yards and the suppodilla tree, house of many birds. Light breeze, and warm voices.
I remember the times when i named every weeds with pretty little flowers.
I remember playing under and over the guava trees alone making sure mom is in kitchen  from the sounds came from dishes.
i remember the sunshine on our colorful poppy flowers when i played kitchen.
I remember the fibre rope swing my brothers made.
I remember my brothers were so adventurous and mostly not at home.
I remember my brothers had many more friends than me and mom never questioned them.
I remember my fear when i was about to get one more sibling.
I remember my happy dance when i came to know that was a boy again and i remain the princess of the house.
I remember how naughty my little brother was,how he dragged my hair.
I remember how he got all the curse from mom even if i did anything.
I remember how i missed him, when he started going with his friends.
I remember how i grew up as a shy and quite girl of a village.
I remember how everything changed when i moved to a city through a custom called marriage.
After all, i can see how i live a life of happiness, with all the ingredients of emotions and feelings in it. Thank god.

My one big dream!!!

I want to die writing!!!
 Speaking of writing, i am not a good writer. My grammar, spellings, vocabulary all are imperfect! Still i love writing.I feel happy when i finish a write-up. Ever since i started writing i wrote for myself.  I was quite uncomfortable to show others. But once when i tasted the sweetness of publishing, i wanted to share my joy, experiences, opinions to public.

For me most of my thoughts are write ups. Someone inside me narrates every moments and thoughts to me like a poem. Past few years its more. It's more when I am more unable to reach a paper and pen. It's disturbing!! More i want to get rid of the habit more its haunting me. Life is not the same as ten years ago. Now i have small kids who are so demanding and always around my neck. And sometimes when i want to write i will be washing vessels or cutting onion or cooking. I can't leave all that behind. Still, i want to write. That's only thing i know atleast a little.

Like Paulo Coelho said in his book every pursuit end in certain stage and find settlement. I was also thinking like that, just want to settle with some job. And today i end up that thought by installing blogger app and deleting few social networking sites from my phone.
I believe,  a spring of passion is enough to catch a dream!!! Oh god,  bless me!!  Oh folks read me.