I had planned to write this post on today's day and date about almost a year earlier, when I actually started writing this blog. This was the post that ignited the sparks of penning down my thoughts and putting them for friends and family to devour, to enjoy, to judge, to comment, to compliment and criticize. After writing this post on a similar morning exactly a year from today, when I shared it, I got wonderful words of appreciation from all but a few people's comments were exceptionally inspiring, the most important of them being my partner in every crime, my sister, who has always believed in me and has this habit of pushing me to take the plunge. And this time I did plunge and result is this page.
Thank you one and all for being so patient, loving my work and keeping me going.
Here it goes- My first ever write-up "Christmas Nostalgia"
Christmas reminds me of my childhood- Me and my sister freshly bathed on a chilly winter night, in our clean crisp pyjamas, and slicked back tiny ponytails, ironing out our pastel colored socks, hiding them under our pillows which were fluffed up specially that day with our tiny little hands and covered with our chosen new pastel pillowcases that we'd been saving for special days, saying our prayers to the 'Santa Clause' (as we used to call him) and going off to sleep, with hopes and dreams of finding our wishes fulfilled.And to our amazement in the morning we used to find our little socks filled with tiny dolls and chocolates (which were all that we had wished for at that time). Our squeals of excitement and happiness would fill the cold, foggy winter morning in our home. Little did we know that it was actually our parents who snuck in at night to fill those empty socks with our dreams, to make each one of them come true!!! A shout out to Mom and Dad who have given us happiness forever I can remember...
Thank you one and all for being so patient, loving my work and keeping me going.
Here it goes- My first ever write-up "Christmas Nostalgia"
Christmas reminds me of my childhood- Me and my sister freshly bathed on a chilly winter night, in our clean crisp pyjamas, and slicked back tiny ponytails, ironing out our pastel colored socks, hiding them under our pillows which were fluffed up specially that day with our tiny little hands and covered with our chosen new pastel pillowcases that we'd been saving for special days, saying our prayers to the 'Santa Clause' (as we used to call him) and going off to sleep, with hopes and dreams of finding our wishes fulfilled.And to our amazement in the morning we used to find our little socks filled with tiny dolls and chocolates (which were all that we had wished for at that time). Our squeals of excitement and happiness would fill the cold, foggy winter morning in our home. Little did we know that it was actually our parents who snuck in at night to fill those empty socks with our dreams, to make each one of them come true!!! A shout out to Mom and Dad who have given us happiness forever I can remember...
