Jagamum naan Ahamum naan

 January is already over and it went in a jiffy. It took me some solid time to get over the fact that it would take me sometime to go and meet my parents again, plus booster dose knocking me out completely ( Now I know my first 2 doses were saline) and then a horrendous cold. That's how I didn't realize it went fast. I remember writing some dreary post about home and then instead of publishing I deleted it. That being said, I thought I wont make this one droopy This is about some smells that bring me smile or :-( 1) Camphor- This reminds me of home. It is not that camphor was lit every day in my home, but it was lit during pooja and somehow it reminds me of mom at our home 2) Agarbathi- The funny part is , I don't remember this as part of pooja ingredient but as a closet freshener. It is mom's go to method to keep bugs away from her closets.  I just opened a fresh bed spread I brought from India and Dewy immediately said Oh this smells like Ammumma's home 3) Dawn Di

It takes 2 hands to clap and it always takes 2 inclined individuals in a relationship. Be it Mother- Daughter, or friends or relationship. In some hazy relations , you don't even know that you have started off and driven far away and the other one is still back there because the other engine doesn't start that easily. It is only surprising how human nature agrees to ignore the bad engine as an one time trouble and brushes past it when needed. Other times, the same broken engine becomes the topic in the next gathering causing unwanted attention to a minor problem.  One small expectation, few presumptions, a argument, and big-fat ego is all it takes.  I have some self destructing habits which always comes to foray at the worst times. I trust a person just because I always see the good in a person and I have forgiven  because it takes too much of energy to hold the anger. This usually leads to people assuming that I am okay to be trampled over.  Not this time, not anymore.  Sulkin