A letter to Black Rose

A year come and goes by. We make friends, we apart from them with the passage of time, with changes in preferences. And I believe every friend who comes to be part in our life, builds a special compartment for them in our heart that nor it is collapsible neither replaceable. They stay there forever in the form of sweet memories and remembrances. Sometimes they might be overshadowed but not detached. Today I would like to confess that you were always in my heart also in all those days when I was not with you when you were not there with me when I was happy and sad. I am trying to resume our custom of ‘expression through the letter’ your 16^th birthday onwards. :) Wish you wonderful days ahead and all the success and achievements you deserve. Happy Birthday, darling.

Goa Fun!

Day 6 (2^nd October 2011) Sunday

Early Morning Train to Goa

We had great days in Mumbai. It was a lifetime experience for me. And the next chapter was about to begin, Goa. Had heard a lot but never had a chance to visit Goa earlier. I was excited a lot. We took an early morning train to Goa from CST, Mumbai.  I had thought that we would be able to see the sea all day long on the way to Goa because as per the map Goa is just at another end of the Arabian Sea from Mumbai. Contrary to this we happened to see the mountains and our train passed through numerous tunnels until we reached Goa. Truly saying my excitement was slowly going down as the train was passing through those dark, dusty tunnels.
 I was

Colva Beach

not liking the tunnel experience, dark, dusty and smelly tunnels. I must have felt such because we were travelling in Sleeper Class this time. Windows remained open all the time. Here I would like to request one thing from all passengers who travel by Train, not to throw waste and rubbish from the window. All of them were throwing the waste, plastics, and leftovers from the windows. I think only two of us were putting everything in a plastic bag so that we could bin it afterwards. The railway tracks looked so polluted due to all those plastic bags, wrappers and styrofoam plates.

Useful household cleaning tips

To Remove:
Red wine stains from cloth

• Gently squeeze it in good club soda water 
• Wash as normal with soap and water 

Candle wax from carpet or tablecloth

• Scrape as much wax off as possible 
• Place the blotting paper on top of the hardened wax 
• Place the hot iron on top of it 
• Move the blotting paper around to absorb the melting wax 
• Carry on until it all has been removed, but be careful not to burn the fabric underneath 

My Birthday

Birthday Cake

It is my birthday today. 26^th November 2011 counted on my fingers how old am I now? And observed me in the mirror if I looked old. No! not even a trace of old age. I felt happy. Last night my husband wanted me to wake up till 12 AM so that he becomes the first one to wish me on my birthday. I was half asleep when he woke me up and wished me ‘a happy birthday. He had brought Cadbury Gift Packet and a beautiful shawl for me. A surprise gift, Wow!

Mumbai Diary

Day 1 (27-9-2011), Tuesday

It was 4:30 PM; hurriedly I left the office and headed home with my husband, where we had our backpack ready by last night. I and my husband ate some food, carried our backpack and left for Bhairahawa, from where we were supposed to take a rickshaw up to Sunauli then 3 hours car ride and finally to Gorakhpur Junction. Though it was a hectic schedule, I was excited about the train journey which I was about to experience the following day for the first time in my life. We boarded the bus from Gongabu bus station at about 8:30PM; it took about 12 hours to reach Bhairahawa bus station. 

Made for Each Other

umang & kamal

As our second marriage anniversary is approaching, I am thinking if my life has been changed after marriage.  Not much I must say. I used to be an independent, carefree, spontaneous girl and I feel the same after two years of marriage.  I married the same guy whom I loved so much. We got married after three years of our love affair. It was an adventurous and most beautiful part of my life.

Though we were classmates, I never happened to care about him when we were in school. I hardly noticed him or care for him in class. He was like the other seventy students for me in my class. But he always tells me that he was in love with me since his school days, though he never tried to reveal it then. We appeared at SLC, and school life ended. We moved ahead in life. I joined +2 in Hetauda and made new friends.  Never cared where is he, what college and faculty he joined? I did my +2 and Bachelors from the same college. I heard from some of my school friends that he was then a Journalist and worked for Communication Corner and he read the news every morning and evening. Since he was my classmate, I had some kind of hidden desire to listen to him reading the news. After several days I happened to listen to him. I found his voice so mature, so clear and perfect for a newsreader. I must say I loved his voice.

Happy Friendship Day

 August 7, the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. As I am aware that the UN has declared July 30 as an International Friendship Day, but also there is a strong attachment with August as a Friendship Month, 1^st week as Friendship Week and First Sunday as Friendship Day.  I do not want to replace this day with any other date.

Today I am being a little bit nostalgic. I am getting a flashback of my school and college days frequently.  I had many friends then, it’s not that they are all gone but also we hardly happened to see each other. And top of it I find it rather awkward to share everything with them as I used to do back in my college days. Maybe it’s because I have found a best among the best friend in my husband itself.