CUP-CAKES AND BRONZE BELLS

There is a certain shop- a certain cake shop. The best one I have ever been to. Of all the varieties of cakes in there- there was a time when I would only want to have cup-cakes. I never liked anything else. It’s not the same anymore.

Sugar- is something that I prefer not to have. I don’t like the sweetness in it. Dolls- I like the ones that actually do something. Not just be. I have always hated the Barbies! I love the monkey dolls that have clangs in their hands- and would clap their hands once you key them.

Noise, crowd, maniac laughter, boredom, sunny afternoons- there are just too many things that I do not like.

Sometimes- all that you seem to need is silence. Sometimes- even Rahman’s tunes fail to bring your smile back. Sometimes- the tinkling of a tiny little bronze bell is all it takes to inspire you. Sometimes- there is just so much around, yet you only seem to need a little piece of woolen thread to make you happy.

I have always had weird needs. I found joy in playing with the “aluminium balance”- the ones used by vegetable vendors!

“Lighter Side” has given me joy. It has made me smile. It has helped me be me. It has designed my life.

This is one of the very few things- that makes me happy. And it has been a part of me- my life since 2006, it completes 4 years this year. I have never had blog anniversaries. It never occurred to me that I must write an anniversary post. But this time- I felt that I must. For not only that this is going to be the fourth anniversary, but this would also be my 100^th post! Strange though it is- 4 years and just 100 posts!

I would like to thank each and every one of the readers who have kept me going all these years! It’s a great feeling to see myself here- where I am. I would like to remember a few of the posts here- that had marked the change in me- the growth in me.

Rajanigandha - This was something that helped me realize that I could write.

Masterji - A story based on a true incident- as narrated to me by my father.

Death of Hate - My first try at abstract writing.

Anonymous- A story- that surprised me. I ended up writing a 5- part series!

The Other end of a Cigarette - My best, till date. Also- my 50^th post.

A little dream called hope - Inspired by true happenings around. This was a white light in a dark room.

The Marble Game- It depressed me.

Diya - A style I had tried for the first time.

Old man under the Tamarind tree - Point of view story.

Goddess of sin - An abstract. A surprise.

There are a lot more to come along. For now, dear blog- a very happy 100 to you!