A post dedicated to a single person? Never thought I’d do something like this, but you know what Philip Stanhope says? “If a thing is worth doing, it’s worth doing well” and I can’t agree more. So here goes nothing.
I often feel down in the blues, specially when going through weeks of boring days at a stretch, and look up something motivational to cheer myself up but you know, this is one such week when I seem to have run out of things to read. So being the friendly neighborhood self-respecting author that I am ;), I decided to write something myself. (I know. Sounds crazy. But who says I’m not? 😎)
A week that began with a bad headache which gradually drifted into a fever, I recall myself feeling lucky that I survived the first two days. 😥
This was followed by a freak accident where I hurt my knee so bad, I can feel it paining tomorrow. 😮
I went on to realize I had lost some of the most important documents of my life and the council had to make a public joke of it by making me publish it in a newspaper if I ever want a duplicate. (but that wasn’t so bad was it?) 😛
And I went on to cut my finger with my classic clumsiness (yes, I’m the Mr Crazy McClumsiness of clumsyville😭.)
“What could be worse?” a rhetorical question that I asked myself and God seems to like answering rhetorical questions. So this was followed by the biggest blow to my sanity. Losing the keys to my bike. As if my 10th results weren’t enough. I feel paralyzed. Getting a new key made only adds to my already pending list of ‘ urgent stuff ‘. Now where did I keep that list? 😋
But things didn’t go as bad as I expected. Well guess what? The author who inspired me to start blogging, one that I look up to, actually liked my post and shared it on Facebook. Man, was I stunned😍.
But even this dwarfs before that one person that I met, (well, not literally, on a social network.)😁
Someone who doubts that I can cook.😑
Someone who likes planning and has planned out her whole life including remote sensing and weather forecasting.😵
Someone who remembers coming to my place and meeting me years ago and that I was wearing white and my sister something black-ish.😮
Someone who clicks awesome pictures (but doesn’t sketch quite as well. My humble opinion.)😝
Someone who calls me motu.😒
But also someone who made me realize that awesomeness lies right out of the window just waiting to be captured (and you don’t need a dslr to capture it. A normal Canon camera just about does the trick) 🙂
That a perfectly beautiful moment is just a door away. All you need to do is open up. Even in the midst of all your screwed up misadventures, God sends something to help you cope along… You’ve been that something.😇
And finally someone who shares my craziness, yet is serious enough to appreciate the kind of stupid things that I have a knack to write.😆😈😘
So you know, all I wanted to say was it doesn’t really matter if you call me bro or motu or any other fancy nomenclature that you come up with as long as we stay talking as we are. You’ve made my long Ramadan days so much more fun in just a couple of days. Can’t imagine my days when your school starts again. 😐
So yeah, coming to the point, I just wanted to say thank you. 😘
And it’s still Friday. A day left for a crazy week to end. Let’s see whats yet in store for us? Remember, you took that picture on a Friday, didn’t you? 🙂
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