Saturday, July 25, 2009

Hmmmmmmm

Hmmmmm....... So now Im also a blogger, I too shall now keep adding bits of this n that, my thoughts, ideas, why, I dont know. I can very well go back to writing my diary, that way it would be private, my own world where no one has entry. Only problem is what to do with it after the year comes to an end , another new diary, and the old one is stored away safely. And so they keep collecting year after year, cant throw them away, cant sell them off to the local old paper mart. I tore off my old diaries, as it started getting difficult storing them.

I used to write every little incident, no matter how unimportant they all were, and then I got bored and chucked it away for good. So many years have passed, from school girl days to now a mother of a grown up girl. So many incidents have happened in those years, i remember everything, I dont need my diary to go help me go back. I have a good memory.

I still remember the first day i wrote in a diary. I was so excited, I stayed awake much after I finished jotting down the events of the day, begining from brushing my teeth in the morning and sleepily getting into the school bus, to the drawing the covers over me at bedtime. My Dad, used to keep diaries, and he used to even share little incidents from them with us, it used to be like a story, which was real, and now when I look back, it did help us know him better. He used to keep telling us its your own history, after many many years when you flick a page and read, it will bring back so many connecting stories along with it, your children and even your grand children will love to listen to you reading them. You gotta be careful what to edit out ofcourse :P, yah like everything else keeping diary was also inspired by dad, here too I wanted to be atleast like him if not better. I always competed with the best man :), my DAD.

So what do I write, hummmmmm. Yah got something, my daughter, after a loooong time I saw the little five year old still living in her. She returned from office with her friend, and then the two girls sat down to make hand made paper. I watched them, so excited, bubbling with new ideas, every two minutes, chirping away, whatever they spoke to each other sounded like as if they were singing, there was twinkle in their eyes, just like two five year olds sitting down to play house house. Yah, my baby used to come home with her friend, "mumma we want to play at home". And then the whole boxes of toys, dolls, miniature kitchen wares used to roll out and they were all neatly arranged to play house house, next minute they sit to draw and colour, and next the tape recorder used to be switched on playing nursery rhymes, while they danced around the room.

Today I saw that gleam in their eyes again, only the little pig tails and cute pins were missing, but the little five year kid was so much in them, it kinda felt nice, and i realised that no matter how old we become, the little child in us stays little forever, only we have to keep loving and nuturing it always.