I was in fifth standard and
first time heard the word "crush"
I looked so cute with the folded
braids that hardly reached shoulder
The samosa, idli, dosa and emli wale
uncle outside the school gate was our canteen
Studies? Yes only before one day of exam.
I had to wake up so early and
I was always late for the bus
and because of me, bhai also used to get late.
That time me and friends
used to write songs and sing
together because no
YouTube existed, only 9xm.
And when I compare those days with now,
everything has changed except my height. Lol.

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January started with deleting messages
and making space for new files

The first mistake I did this year was of writing 2021 instead of 2022 in date column, change is a gradual process indeed

I studied for today's test, the first test of this year more like the starter in a wedding, I mean later you've to work hard to grab the paneer

I came accross people who are celebrating their birthday today, bless their storage and notifications

I ate a homemade cake, it was so delicious. I've never eaten that kind of tasty cake,
maybe because it also had love as a ingredient and it made a special place in my taste buds and heart

And I talked with a friend, I don't know if sharing helps but you atleast know you're not the only one suffering.

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Don't wish me happy new year because not for everyone it's 'happy' and for some it's not even a new year.

A year has 365/366 days and not every day we'll have a smile on our face. We're going to have dark days also I never understood the concept of word 'happy' before any day, does it changes anything? I don't think we should celebrate a happy day instead we should make happy days, celebrate life and live it rather forwarding messages and wishes.

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Today the weather was colder and the girl that sits beside me wanted the AC to be switched on. I guess she's a penguin in body of human.

I opened YQ and was so surprised to read that premium gift notification like imagine a person paying for you because of your love for writing. Damn that star just fulfils my writing sky.

I saw two children looking out of the window noticing the small things, discussing, smiling and laughing while enjoying the journey. Isn't it what life actually about? In between the start and end living the journey.

There's a small part at starting of every chapter in English textbook about the writer, it tell us more about the writer and their journey. My friend said to me that you will be here in future, that was legit the best compliment I received to date.— % &

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2nd January, I celebrated new year in my way.
I distributed chocolates and wished happy new year to the ones who can't forward HNY wishes.

Yesterday I came accross people through stories who are enjoying their day and here I am watching TV. Actually social media is a trap, where people share good moments and the sad ones are often on paper bleeding.

Today's test was not difficult one but one answer I didn't know so I just gave the paper, no more pressurising brain.

I ate paneer bhurji, why should non vegetarians have all the fun? It's so delicious, I remember eating it for the first time which was made by Bua.

And my handwriting has become more messy and I think it reflects my thoughts.

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Settled on the bank of river
like a queen
is my beautiful village
full of bushes green
and the field in back of my house where I saw
राई and गन्ना growing
Everyday sunrise woke me up
and sky was my blanket at night
My day started with
sweeping of छत and stairs
then in a small bucket
water filled by handpump
after taking bath
Tea and namkeen was fixed combo for breakfast
I, Jyoti, her sister and two boys
we played games lukachupi, statue,
pathar paani, uthhak baithak,
aao sakhi and fugdi under the shed of tree
My taste buds misses the taste of छूले का खाना
and of आचार and अमावट
बाघ, where I first time saw peacock dancing
I used to collect wood and कैरी there— % &Big trees touching the sky,
everywhere in ground was dry leaves
and I loved to step on it
Sunday and Thursday we walked
four kilometres to the market.
The road was filled by stories that dadi told
I eat चाट, चाउमीन and छेना whenever I visited market
On Mondays we used to go Shiv mandir.
Whenever बाबा phone calls and
asks when are you coming?
I've no replies except for hope now
The मिट्टी of village which always
made my clothes dirty maybe
my clothes are cleaner
but my heart is empty
I feel earth here, I feel alive here.
I miss my village!— % &

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