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.