Story of Others

Recently, my grandmother was narrating an incident about her and my brother and I was like why I am not in the story and started to think of some ways to throw myself into the discussion. And then I was like, why can’t I sit back and enjoy the story of these two lovely people in my life and not try to make myself as a topic of discussion. Sometimes, I do need to learn how to just listen and not try and make myself a part of every conversation that happens on this planet.

Moral of the story: Listen to stories of your people and strangers, you’ll end up listening to yourself somewhere.

P.S . I am a good listener. But can become a better one.

P.P.S. I am not trying to defend myself here. Just a fact…😋

Is that Letter for me?

It’s a very short story unlike its title.

There is this kid and lately, I have been seeing a folded white paper in his hand and that is escalating my curiosity levels. He is keeping that paper very carefully. Rather, I would say extremely mindfully.

Our relationship is like Tom and Jerry. We kind of annoy and test each other’s limit . He is kind of short tempered and I ,on the other hand, am a very patient person( the age factor maybe).  I just observe and smile while he aggressively struggles to elucidate his point.

Being in his company is like listening to a riveting tale. I look forward to it. He is 6 years younger to me . Though he is very mature, yet I often make fun of him saying he is just a kid. He retorts by showing his Driver License and other ids as a proof of being not a kid and that actually cracks me up.

I don’t know why I feel this way but that folded white paper is surely addressed to me.

He is just waiting for the right moment to give it.





Thanks for reading…!