Hi...
My baby steps seems to be like that of a dinosaur so will kind of normalise it for the eye!
Aah...now that this is sorted out, life can return to normal. Normal and me is an oxymoron. Hence will succumb to the pressure of making my first blog as interesting as possible.
But hey, question here? Was it like this for any of you? This first time thing! I dont remember my mom leaving me in KG - dont remember bawling or sniffing through my tears. I DO remember my FIRST standard - Section B - and Ms. Bernadedt (was that how she spelt her name - God bless her soul!) and her floral frock! Thats when I decided that I will smile - for the first time again I think! Because she was kind and she was good with her alphabets, and somewhere made me better mine too!
So, in this nightly hour when a dear friend of mine just sms-es he is in Agra, near the Taj - I sit in front of the light thrown at my fingers from my laptop and type this post, wondering who in the world will want to know what I write? But, as I asked, was it like this during your first time?
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- Ummm...I'm thinking. So while we are at it, why don't we catch up?! ;-)
2 comments:
Am I not ur dear friend?! Who is that dear friend from Agra?! Tell all on sms. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bernedett (that's how I will spell it)was ok and her floral frocks made an impression on me too though she did not strike me as kind; she beat me with the 'hurting' edge of a wooden ruler just because I was not singing loud ENOUGH! But don't think she is alive now...first times in my opinion are not as important as they are made out to be and should not be given too much importance unless pleasant.
Hahaha... a dear friend is just that and nothing more MY DEAR FRIEND! She neva hit or even chided me coz I always sang loud enough (u shld know!) and pleasant or not, a first time is just that - a first time. If its done once, it can be done a million times over!!
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