The Non-Facebook Post #60

Precious scraps from conversations with people:

At a small church in a quaint town in Midwest America (a devout, after shaking hands with me to greet me for Easter) "Your hands are cold! You must have a warm heart!"

The Dumbledore sibling, on my driving rants, "Go wherever the GPS takes you!"

Mr. Peabody to Sherman on facing a seemingly out-of-control issue, "Stay calm and keep your head."

One of my favourite professors to me,
"He's a good chap.
[Turns and looks at me, serious conviction in his eyes] You're a good chap too."

The Non-Facebook Post #59

It's a dew-drenched spring morning. You breathe in the refreshing wetness. You see new buds sprouting. You hear birds chirping a happy song. It's the kind of morning that heralds bright promises. Here's to looking forward to them.

The Non-Facebook Post #58

My fitness instructor to me, "I see your form has improved! Good job!" Wooohoooooooooooo!

It's all about form when exercising, especially strength training. And doing you best!

Plus, (ok , a clutch of random thoughts here) "even if the results are disastrous, you're still a rock star for putting yourself out there" - Maria Kennedy (A Shy Girl's Guide to Getting Out There).
So, yeah, I'm a rock star! Woohoooooooooooo, again!

And, I drove - here's documenting my first long-distance trips! From current home base to Lafayette, and also some night-time driving to a restaurant 40 minutes away.
Yessssssssssssssss!

Accha sochne se accha hota hai.

The Non-Facebook Post #57

This evening was magical. It took me back to the dreamy sunsets of Hyderabad. The ones I would stare into, sitting on the terrace of 'home', living the world of my dreams in those golden sun-kissed clouds.
Today was that sort of evening. Moisture-drenched twilight air from a recent rain shower interspersed with gently blowing cool spring breezes brought back memories of all those evenings I spent dreaming up my future. Some of that future is here; I rediscovered my yet dormant tomorrow in today's sublime atmosphere.

Once again, here's to "golden sunsets, glorious evenings and big dreams."

The Non-Facebook Post #56

Woman, stop forgetting where you've parked your car!

The Non-Facebook Post #55

That moment when you suddenly realize that you've been dealing with horrible, horrible people!
"Oh, you horrible people!"
"Oh!"

The Non-Facebook Post #54

Pappa, this graduate student recognition for “outstanding academic achievement” is for you, as will be every milestone in my life. It’s an honour and a reason for celebration, but bittersweet. I guess it will always be bittersweet.

“I've known a faith and belief in my abilities much more that I could ever have in myself.”

For all the times that I've faltered, unsure of ever finding my feet to stand back up, there was a constant unwavering voice that told me simply, “aap pareshaan mat ho, khush raho gudiya” – without judgement, without criticism. Those words didn't mean too much then, wrapped as I was in my own little bubble of troubles to pay attention to their profundity.

This time of year is your birth month. It’s the time that marks my first semester in graduate school four years ago. It also the time of year that preludes life, as we had known it, changed forever. And now, it’s somehow come full circle, like recognition of having ploughed through stone-laden path and rough weather.

All you wanted for me, Pappa, is to be happy, and smile. All I want to be is your daughter.