There’s this building

  • I have entered this building for the first time a long time ago
  • So much time has passed since then and so many memories have been built
  • It has come to become a sort of second home
  • I have laughed endlessly in this building
  • I have cried many a times in this building
  • I have made beautiful friends in this building
  • I have learnt a lot and grown a lot, definitely for the better, personally and professionally
  • It has always offered me a sort of indescribable comfort

Every time I take the stairs, pass through the lifts, stroll across the corridors, a sense of belonging passes through me.

I have left the building twice for an indefinite period. Each time it happened, though I knew I would miss the building, there was always a hope in me that I might come back here again . And true to that, it happened.

Today is going to be another such day, when am leaving the building. This time, it’s going to be forever, as the office is shifting to new premises and there’s going to be no coming back here.

Though the thought is kind of causing a low feeling, when I think back, it is the people that l spent with in this building that has made the building so dear to me. With all these lovely people around me, I hope to make the new premises equally or rather more close to heart.


Of being a daughter and chaat and gulab jamun

A initiates varied types of conversations and they are mostly during bedtime. One such thing happened around a couple of months back. This time, it was around the pujas or prayers done by the men in the family for their parents who have passed away. She has seen my FIL and other mamas of V, perform these annual ceremonies, and knows that they are done only by men. She has also seen them offering something as food as part of the puja.

A : Amma, what if a person has got only daughters and no sons, who does this puja ?

Me : No one does the puja then, daughters just offer their prayers.

A : Am sorry that am a daughter and not a son, and can’t perform any puja for you

Me : I don’t mind, this daughter of mine is enough for me and I don’t need any sons

A : Hmmm, which sweet do you like ?

Me : Gulab Jamun

A : Which hot do you like ?

Me : Chaat

A : OK, I’ll keep chaat and gulab jamun and then pray for you

Me : OK (goes to sleep smiling to myself )