Here's christmas coming and there's a ttt prompt going on telling 'Write an open letter to your real life santa", and believe me, your face teased and smiled at me at the same time, all in my imagination.
From scolding me that I didn't know the sword and only the pen which will not save me in the streets at night, to consoling me that I have not known the sword, but the pen which will save me in the life at night,you were there always.
I remember the day when we both were running, and under the afternoon sun and sweaty clothes, I got an asthmatic attack. I remember your face. This will be a little filmy, but believe me honestly, I discovered that though the asthmatic attack had got me, it didn't grip it's pain on me, but on you. I wanted to tell the doctor, that he should treat you and not me. *Laughs and cries*
I miss those days when you had told me stories about cows and hens relating it to morals, just like those Grandma stories children read. It's always me crying in front of you, or making irrational demands just like maths. But, see I really feel blessed that you have shown me your tears and your smiles. Not many people have seen those. Not even some, have. Also, not many had eaten the amazing milk cakes you make. I have. That makes me effing proud.
I have seen you serving the society, like it's son which you are of course. That day when you ran in a stormy night, with heavy showers of rain to bring a Volini Spray from the shop because someone in that night had not found shelter and was in a severe leg pain. Believe me, I have cried that day. Seeing you. Admiring you. Loving you. I cried because, I was in a crown. The crown of being your sister.
Besides bringing 100 on Maths, every single exam and making me fall into trouble by making it to 97.8% in ICSE Boards, yes except all those, I love you. Also, don't skip breakfasts.
You are the one who makes me a good kid and you are the Santa giving me the existence I have.
Dada, here's to you.
We must Pay the Price!
We get easily discouraged, if we couldn’t control our emotions. When we don’t have a habit of doing certain things every day, we suffer somewhere.
It is logical,
We have people around having the diversity of thoughts.
We might trick others that we are least concerned, but is there a single way to cheat ourselves?
That price we have to pay!
Faith is the strongest and most productive way of emotions. If we enter a situation with fewer options, it's obvious will follow one direction, that option would be right for that moment.
Now, when other people see they will examine different approaches.
This time rather deeply moving and feeling discouraged,
Question yourself, why were you in this situation?
Maybe you were the best option available.
Just Change the way you react to certain situations!
Seeking for advice is a good habit, yet sometimes the best advice is your own.
No one knows you better than yourself.
People in same situations react weirdly because every person has a tendency to predict and deliver.
Hence, Put faith in your emotions and
stop worrying about the price because,
"high price is an indication of good quality"