Wandering scribbler..

Life is strange.... I never anticipated even in my wildest dreams that I would be able to attain the marks as to get Science but i surprisingly did...I was always one of the no-nuisance day dreamers in school,known in class for my strong opinions.I was never really serious about life,I was actually never serious about anything..But gradually my whole perspective about life changed,in every way possible...I used to be really impulsive and emotional as a child..But some circumstances in life change the very existence of your life..I always used to be my grandpa's little girl.I called him Dada and he called me Ma..... I remember holding his strong hand tightly with my little fingers while crossing the road and stopping near the sweet shop which was his favourite spot..Though he was advised by the doctor to have not more than one sweet a day whenever i returned from school i used to see him secretly gorging on Rasgullas..I can never forget those endless walks to the library with him an

Ju.......my little sweet sister who prefers to avoid sad movies or songs because it makes her sad and likes her clothes to be scattered around the room because it's easier to find them that way,who sits and cries seeing some other person in pain who loves churni(one of our 6 baby dogs or rather one of our 6 babies cause she doesn't consider them as dogs) more than me..she's one person who will shout at you for no reason and then make silly faces and act like a kid to make you laugh and make cards with smiley faces saying sorry...i can write a book on her but I'd rather utilize this space to write about the lovely relationship that we share...Every alternate day no matter how busy we are and what exam we have it is compulsory to have those never ending chit chat sessions,and our short walks to the long distance phuchka shop,and our memorable fight where I acted as if i'll hit her with the chair and she faked as if she'll hit me with the table and when we wer