I am coming home

When my sister in law called up, I was surprised to hear my niece’s voice in the phone. I didn’t even get a hello before I heard the question about when I was coming home to them. Seems like she misunderstood my message to her the other day when I said that I will be visiting her next week. She has been pestering my sister in law daily after her school demanding why I wasn’t there yet. Hence the phone call to let her know about my plans and convince her that her mom wasn’t lying to her. Oh dear!

The same happened with my nephew who has been asking my mom ( his grandma ) if she wants to join him in his visit to my place since I am busy working and not visiting them. When I spoke to him last he was like “don’t worry we are coming there”. It’s been a couple of months since I saw them what with work getting tighter by the day. But I already had applied leave for an additional day next week to visit them over the Independence Day long weekend. I am so excited to see them as they are to see me. I just wish that I am able to wrap up my work so that it doesn’t get spilled over the holidays. Just another week and they will be in my arms.

SoCS – A violent welcome

Pouncing on me like a group of madly yapping puppies, trying to talk above each other, garnering my attention and trying very hard to be the one to be successful to hold it for long, reminding me of Darwin’s survival of the fittest theory – This is how I am welcomed nowadays in my home (at my parent’s place) by my nieces and nephew. At times, I get scratched, hit on the nose (forgot how many times as of now, thank God it hasn’t bled yet), socked on the chin, you name it. But that is the kind of welcome I would rather have now, than the usual  sober “Hi’s” and an occasional hug from my mom (we are not the hugging types here). Funnily this kind of welcome not only happens to me in person, but over phone too. One day when I had called up home to inquire about the kids, both my nieces pulled the phone from my brother and started talking one by one and after that they ended the call, assuming that I am done (yeah, they tend to consider themselves the most important people in that household as of now). What they forgot was to include my nephew who was there, and who was a very pissed boy at that time. In a few minutes, I got a call back from my sister telling that her son is furious that his sisters didn’t give him the opportunity to speak to me and had demanded an exclusive time to do that through her phone. There he was complaining about his sisters and talking everything and nothing (and I hardly understood a word he said). Eventually after the call, I ended up in tears overwhelmed by their love (they are just 4, 3 and 2 in order of ages). Now, I just can’t imagine a life without them in it. And its scary sometimes to see them grow so fast. Can I have a pause button in life please ?

This post is part of SoCS, conducted by Linda. Check the link for the rules, if you want to participate. This week, the prompt will be: Start with a verb. I hope I did it right 😉

Personal Treasures

I did post one entry for Treasure, but today while rummaging my items, I got a few more. These are more personal. So here they are.

I already mentioned earlier how I loved to write good quotes or poems (while studying) in a diary. I hardly do that anymore. But I have treasured that diary for so long. It tells me of times bygone.


My sister  is a person who is overtly affectionate to everyone and is always sending cards and letters and being close to her, I  can always expect a card for every occasion, birthday, sister’s day, friendship day, you name it 🙂 I used to mock her that the card industry is thriving on people like her. This one was given to me when I was about to go away for my first job. I have safeguarded those cards and letters safely. A treasure, they are for sure.


This one is a treasure chest that I got for myself because I loved the design, its got a secret lock actually. I am fond of such small arts stuff.