Life is all about this...

Example HTML page Hello & Mellow to you guys! I sometimes tend to forget how much better it makes me feel after I write a whole blog. Had no plans of blogging today, but the urge to blog makes me do this. Its been quite a while that I am sitting idle. Few days back, dad asked me about what I do the whole day; And I stood in front of him thinking about what exactly do I answer him! Since then, each passing day I look back and wonder how the entire day has passed?   what did I do throughout the last 12 hours? Another day wasted, is it? That is when I realise about how I did not WASTE the day.   About how every hour of the day got utilised in doing something or the other. Scribbling on the diary, the list of activities I did the entire day included : 1)       Arranging and tidying my room. 2)       Watering the plants (for   which I take a lot of time as I have a habit of checking on every plant while I water it) 3)       Painted 2 tiny pictures. 4)   

Example HTML page Holla! Blogging after a very long time.   Past few months have been very busy, hectic and left me with no time to brainstorm ideas. Had been uncreative for a   long time now.   I would like to thank a friend of mine (Asmi Nandola) who keeps me asking everytime about what art did   I create in the recent times.   Habitually, she asks me this questions whenever we have a random chat.   A day prior I realised , I have been answering her since a long time now that “I did not create any art, because I was busy with other stuff”. Upon which I dawned to a realisation that last few months I did not create anything literally, I ran out of ideas (and also time) to do it, I had nothing   creative going into my mind all these days. It was around end of march that I made art or blogged or wrote something for my own sake. But as always,   taking lessons from this time that I have already missed. 1)       Always make time for art. Because art will never lea

Example HTML page Sunaina lived with her mummy and Totto , her doberman dog. She had  a big but simple house with an aangan . Sunaina had put up a cot (a four legged wooden bed tied with strong jute strings  attached to each other) in her aangan. Stargazing was her favorite activity in the free time she got post-dinner. She worked in a local soap manufacturing company, earning sufficiently to run the house. Like any other day, Sunaina made tea for herself and mummy as she returned from work. Sunaina and her mummy   made sure they do not miss their everyday chai-time gupp-shupp (gossips and chats). Totto too sat with them everyday, as if he listened and understood all they talked about. Sunaina freshened up thinking about what she could cook for dinner. It was past 7.30 p.m. when she walked out to the aangan to switch on its lights. As she walked through the verandah connecting the aangan, she couldnt believe her eyes but re-look to check what she just saw. It was Ajoba (gr

Hello people. I know its been a while since I have blogged now. But then that is how I eventually came to know that you guys do read Me! And I'm so glad about it. Thank You all you lovely people. 💜 So here I'm , writing on one of my favourite topic that I do every year. "February" Well I can say it was a month full of all the highs and lows of my life. It probably still is. But then as 'dharti ka niyam' says "Life doesn't come with instruction manual" and I highly abide by it. I had my moment of failure. A failure that has definitely made me come to terms with how and what ways Life is going to juggle me up for the coming years. Nevertheless, I have accepted its challenge and decided to fight my own battle Wisely and Rationally. At times, it seems utterly important to take your time out, think about all the situations and circumstances that you have to or are going to deal with, make up your mind, grab certain opportunities, have the

Dear Myself,      It has been long since I took out some time to talk with you. You have been the crux of my life or rather that thing, without which my life won't be having a meaning. It would sound crazy enough; to be found talking with oneself in the society we live in, but no one can aver the sanity of this society either. We live in a world where we are rushing to catch some or the other thing – A never on time train to the office; A job that promises livelihood but not the life we want; A company of people without their affection, just to avoid being discarded as a loner; A slipping away mind in the cacophony of the society we live in; Our breath in the hustle of thriving human race; and lastly things which we really want in life – our dreams.      ‎I have tried to contact you several times but failed to establish a connection due to the endless hurricanes in life. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to initiate a conversation with you, reminders about the trifle chore

I wonder how something so vintage and handwritten has lost its Charm in the world of quick communication technology? I still firmly believe that however advanced technology world we live in, handwritten letters still hold the power to convey your messages and make sure they reach the receivers heart! ❤ Now when those have become so rare & obsolete and someone writes a letter to you , I hope you know how much you matter to them!! ✌ Also, if you realise that its been a long time since you wrote a letter, sit down & write one now, let all thoughts flow in through it and send it to whomever you want to.  And if you don't really want to send it to the respective person, drop it in my mail box (obviously my virtual mail box😅) by subject as 'The Letter Story' Email : sanchihumane@gmail.com #theletterstory   #letterwritingcampaign #letswrite   #vintage   #letters #writingforchange   #writings #writersofinstagram   #writersofig #authorsinstagram   #authorsofi