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On the way to office

Usually when I drive to office, I am on auto-pilot. The mind is free to think. I have often received stares at signals since I was singing loudly or rehearsing dialogues. I am that absorbed in my thoughts !
Today too was no different. The traffic was relatively less and as one signal turned green, I raced ahead, close on the heels of an autorickshaw. Suddenly the autorickshaw swerved to the right and, naturally, so did I. As the autorickshaw went forward, I saw why it had swerved. There was a pair of kittens, probably 2-3 days old, cuddled up with each other, exactly in the middle of the road ! I cringed. By the time this fact registered, I was a little distance ahead. I quickly took my motorcycle to the left to park it. I saw that another guy on a motorcycle had just parked his vehicle and was rushing to the kittens. I parked my motorcycle next to his. I couldn’t help myself and I too started walking back towards the kittens. Just then, a car was pulling up to the left. The door opene…

Book memories

Reading this reminded me of this and so many book memories came flooding in my mind :)

The earliest one is when I was in the third standard. My father had promised to buy me a set of 30 books of Tarzan (in Marathi) if I stood first in class. As it happened I stood third, but he bought it any way :)

Even when I was in the fourth standard, I had a fair-sized collection of books. So much so that I cleared up a cupboard, neatly arranged all my books in it, numbered them, made a register where I kept a record of all my books. In fact, I even ran a library in my colony for a couple of months. I used to charge 10 paise per book and it had to be returned within three days. The library did quite well and I did myself proud by earning my pocket-money.

When I read The Malory Towers by Enid Blyton, I used to really, genuinely, feel bad that we weren’t living in the UK, because if we were, I could have made sure that my parents sent me to it. In fact, for a few months after reading Enid Blyton’s Th…

The change-stress loop :)

Change... the one and only guaranteed thing in this world... gives me stress... always... but what I fail to see and understand is, that, whatever change I'm stressed about is also, eventually, going to change :)