I think I have figured out why self annihilation is so appealing – it is always easier to start afresh, wipe the slate clean, start from scratch. It may take more effort and time, and there are no guarantees that you’ll succeed this time, but it is easier to erase the board than to find your mistake and fix it.
Why do I write – this is a dangerous question. It takes you down a never-ending hole of self-pity where you are forced to examine your inflated sense of worth and going into that hole is never a pleasant experience.
I am a writer. Words are my tool. The great world beyond my raw material and a blank page my mortal enemy and best friend. I can make worlds out of nothingness, take you on an adventure and occasionally even make you laugh.
But writing is a solitary and isolating exercise. Even with all these tools, I don’t know how to express love. And until now, I didn’t know I have taken the advice – show don’t tell – so seriously. I believe in showing my love and support – not telling it. And consequently, my characters suck at expressing their love.
Over the twenty-seven years of my existence, I have gathered precious nuggets of wisdom from my father (aka the Toothless Dinosaur) and I have decided you will benefit from this share. It is of course completely up to you how you choose to receive this information. I received it in all seriousness.
So I am tall.
In medical terms it means I am 179 cm and most nurses have to climb onto stools to be able to measure my height properly – it is 99% possible my height in numbers is incorrect,
In English that’s about 5′ 10″ and,
In Indian, it means I won’t find a husband *just kidding…maybe not*
So I knew what Alexa was, I was informed of its significance while working at an agency, but I didn’t bother with it till I started to read about My Friend Alexa Season 1 on Blogchatter’s timeline and how successful, etc. it was. I got curious and when I get curious…oh well let’s just say I open the can of worms.
These days, everything you do is a work of art and being a house guest is nothing short of being the highest form. In my twenty-seven years of existence, I have had the privilege of being a guest in a number of households. While I cannot say definitively that I was a good guest, I can most certainly tell you how to be a perfect one.
This post is dedicated to all the teachers in my life:
A well-made cup of tea
It is easy to get this wrong. The tea leaves, sugar and milk have to be put in the right quantity, time and order. You mess up the order, you mess up the taste. How do you make the perfect cup of tea? You be patient and let the water boil. Add tea leaves ONCE THE WATER IS BOILING. Let it simmer for a minute. Add sugar and milk. Let it simmer for another minute. Serve with goodday biscuits.
Dear I don’t know what I am doing with my life younger-self,