My lazy bones suddenly got activated and kicked out my laziness. I am super excited to share this news with you all. I am going to be a part of an Art Exhibition.It's all the more special because of its motto. 1. It's going to be a platform for all the unknown artists from various fields of life (Homemakers, Doctors, engineers etc) who have immense talent but do not have the time or correct platform to display their talent. 2. A whole wall is going to be dedicated to the underprivileged kids who are amazing painters but do not have any way to showcase their talent. This platform would surely motivate them to pursue their dream further. When I came to know of the cause I was like why not? I went to the organization myself and couldn't help but fall in love with the kids. They may not lead a luxurious life or have all the necessities in life but they sure have a big heart and a contagious smile on their faces. That's the perfect combination. Isn't it? It makes me want to visit them again and again and I am sure I soon will. For now I interviewed 5 shy artists from the lot but I will reveal them in another post so stay tuned. 🙂
I usually remember names but yes there are times when I am talking to the person like a long-lost friend and all that is processing in my mind is what's the name of this person. The bonding makes the people around assume that you're best of buds but all you can think of is "Oh God! Don't let her know I don't remember her name." It's understandable though if the friend is your parents. Right? Like how am I supposed to remember someone I met when I was small? They are like " Hey! You have grown up so much. Remember me?" - No I don't but somehow I don't want to hurt his feelings and so I tell him that "Of course! I remember you" (Hoping he wouldn't further ask me about anymore details) but his expectant face reveals how much he is waiting for me to utter his name. Dad??? Come on! Help me!!! He is your friend. Fine! Such situations are still acceptable but what if the other person is your friend? There is this moment that I am going to share with you all which I am not so proud of.
So everything was working just as planned. The main plan being laying on my bed watching Netflix. The thing is I got engrossed in it so much that I failed to see that slowly I was surrounded by a 1 feet deep water. I noticed it only when the door bell rang and I put my foot down in search of my slippers. The exact thought? I am so dead. But Wait!!! That's not just it. The water had spread evenly (if I might just add) throughout my 1 BHK that I live in. The pipe from the washing machine had somehow freed itself and was doing its own snake dance while vomiting the water. It was such a nightmare. Trust me. It took me 2 hours to soak the water in towel and squeeze it in the bucket because there was no outlet as such where I could just sweep the water out. Do you think the washing machine took its revenge on me? I think I have never worked so hard before in cleaning my house. Thankfully my recliner and my bed was safe. I should definitely treat my machine with love the next time. 😉
Tell me, have you ever run away from something you absolutely love? Suddenly but not deliberately though. It's like whole life you have craved for something and the moment you get the taste of it you somehow lose the value of it only to realize it later how ignorant you've been the whole time. Life is not a bed of roses. There. I said it. I accept the old saying. But what I am not going to accept is that the moment life becomes a bit tough, you forget what you initially gave in to reach this stage. What does blogging mean to you? Does it help you cope up with your life in any way? It does for me and I may not have a perfect life but I treat my blog to be the perfect flavor that I have in my life. As I write this, I am confused as to what made me stop writing in the first place. Was it the hectic schedule that I was having or was it just an excuse for me? I sure could take out time to breath. I know that's the necessity but isn't writing supposed to be a necessity for those who claim to be bloggers?