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Time...the only entity of the universe that is constantly changing.  Remember when you were a child, playing in your mother's lap and your father content on seeing the ruckus? You grew up a little further, started going to a school; the first day in the school, when you saw your father leaving you behind in an unknown place, and the fear it created in your small heart. And suddenly the tears started flooding through your tiny eyes, and from nowhere small hands, as small as yours grabbed your shirt. Remember, that was the first friendship you had made in the world you had stepped into? Remember all those joys and jumps on the subsequent days when you met your newly made friend at school like every day? Remember the anxiety and sadness when this friend was absent from the class because of a flue?   You grew up a little further, and you started waiting eagerly for the summer vacations in the school. Remember the long journey in the trains, to meet your grandparents who were

Uhhh...Writing after many days...Went to kerala, for, well....so many things. It's our new home's House warming and by God's grace, my sister also got engaged and both of these important event happened on the same day, one after the other. It was like the House warming ceremony was from 8:30 AM to 9:30 AM and the Engagement ceremony (Ring exchange) was from 9:30 to 10:30 AM. Both of these events happened at the new house, and we arranged a common lunch for the guests for the events... Got lots of gifts (mostly crockeries!) for the House warming; it took me more than 1 hour to unpack all the things... ;-) Here is a photograph of the Sanctum room of the house before the ceremony. It's now full with lots of photos, and hanging lamps which is not shown here... And here is my cousin brother's creativity ....He named the title of the photograph "Aadu thoma" (All mallus invariably knows who this is right? ;-) ) He made me stand like that wearing a Lungi....ughhhh

Five dreadful days of my life had passed... On Thursday, 5th of February, I got a call from my dad that my Uncle (Ammavan; mom's brother) had met with an accident and he was in a serious condition. I called my native instantly and I think I have lost all my control when I heard the news. Ammavan had an accident in Kuwait, and he passed away on the spot. I couldn't believe what I was hearing in my mobile...I sat down helplessly in the office staircase, weeping heart broken... He was just 43 years old, and is the third in the four children of my grand parents; my mom being the eldest, followed by my first uncle and my Kunjamma (mausi). He have two kids (studying in 7th and 2nd grades!) and his wife had gone just 10 days before to Kuwait from Kerala to meet him. She was there when the accident happened; The accident happened on 4th of Feb, in the evening hours. Just before the accident, she called him and he told that he was very far away from their home, as from their home in Ker

Ahhhh...Blogging after 3 days. Don't know, didn't had the mood to open up the blog and write on those 3 days. I am more attached to my mother amongst my parents. After all, it's because of her that you get all your traits from...And it's more so in my case. I have a , you can say, sixth sense in this regard when my mom gotta be in trouble. This sense plays on too early to warn me...The first of this sense happened when I was still studying for MCA, and one morning I jumped out of my bed crying...My mom was doing her daily morning chores. She asked me what happened and I couldn't control my emotions and cried like a child. I saw in my dreams that my mother is lying in a hospital bed, with me by her side, crying and holding her hands. Exactly, some months after, my mother caught a severe case of Jaundice and the infection from Jaundice caused Hepatitis, and she was admitted to hospital for some days. And I was sitting the same way I saw in my dreams some months before