That one call

“25 missed calls?” She looked at her phone cause that is what she does every morning after she wakes up. She realised it was just a dream. Yet she felt a sense of urgency to hear him to assure herself that everything was alright. 

Few months have passed and they didn't hear a word from each other. Some misunderstanding mixed with ego took over and shook their friendship. No matter how long the pause was she always missed him. 

It was odd time and still she had to get out of bed to call him once and hear his voice to know if everything was alright. She didn't want him to know that she had called her so she used her other private number and dialed his number. 

“Hello?”, he said. Hundred thoughts rustled her mind after hearing his voice after such a long time. The entire ego has vanished and for once she felt she had forgiven him for everything. “Hello is anyone there?” His sleepy voice sounded as soothing as always. That’s all she needed to hear, his voice. Tears rolled down her neck as she began to sob. 

P.S. there are some contact numbers we want to forget, we delete them from our phonebook but we are not able to delete them from our mind.

My first job

I lived in Bangalore for almost 8 years. It is the city where I found most amazing friends, my love, my first job, lots of learning and lots of fun. Today I am not going to go on about B’lore but something related to my first job. 

In those days (year 2005) my parents were pretty strict about pocket money. Despite they knew Bangalore was expensive city, the pocket money I received monthly hardly made it to my savings so that I could have gone shopping. I never had heart to tell them that the money they sent were not enough. I knew they were already spending a lot on my education, accommodation and fooding. I somehow gather information that there were lots of students who worked part time in some events like product promotion, helping with events, salesman in exhibition, branding etc. 

I somehow managed to get a contact number of a man who worked to supply manpower to such events. Mainly he was the one who had contact numbers of students who are willing to work for such events as part timers. Some events go on for days and some ends in just three to four hours in same day. 

As soon as I collected contact number of this man I called him and he offered me a job for three days to work as sales-women in an exhibition of arts and crafts in Kanteerava Indoor Stadium for a stall. I had to work from 10 am to 8pm for consecutive three days for Rs three hundred per day. I know the money was too less for the long hours but I thought it was better than wasting time staying indoor. The experience was good. The joy of working for the first time and earning thousand rupees out of which one hundred was a bonus given by the boss . I couldn’t hold to give the news to my parents in Nepal. I still remember those moments. I earned thousand bucks and spent rupees three hundred on buying souvenirs for my sister which consists of candle stand, floating candle and some other decorative items. 

Now don’t call me kanjoos. I realized it was not easy to earn money! 

This was my first mini experience of Job. How about yours? 

Back again

The reason I started blogging was to comfort my mind. I was going through a tough phase and there were none who could understand me what exactly I was going through. Finally I found a way out, strangely blogging helped. I was happy to see comments and realised people somewhere, though they don’t know me, still understood me far better than people around me. What could be the reasons?

Any ways you might have noticed that the frequency of my blog post has tremendously gone down in past few months. One reason is I am married and I don’t have much easeful time to write down anything. Past few days I have been so busy with home responsibilities. Life is not that easy after marriage but soon I hope I will find a comfortable corner and time.

Another reason is RD(my husband) is always there to listen to me. He has become my immediate shoulder to lay on. So I happen to share all my feelings with him so I am back to normal me and I don’t feel like blogging it out.

There were few of my posts which were romantic and of past memories. Well I am not much into much romantic imagineation now as I am already living my dreams and yes I have been missing past more than any other times specially my mother.

Today I am glad I could  finally write down something. I hope I will visit this space more often. Miss you all my blogger friends. Ab dimag shayad kaam karega ;) lol