A ‘lavender’ colored letter to tiny flecks of ‘lavender’ from a ‘lavender’ princess.

Writing101: The Daily Post has asked me to flip to page 29 of the nearest book and write my post in a letter format, with the first letter of the page.

Fortunately, I had many e-books in my laptop and so, I didn’t need to get up. Scanning my ‘downloads’ folder, my eyes caught sight of a book that I had downloaded yesterday – Britannia.

This is what I saw as the first sentence: Tiny flecks of dried lavender were suspended in it too, so the whole piece had a soft, purple hue.

So, I have decided to address my letter to ‘Tiny Flecks of Lavender.’

Dear Tiny Flecks of Lavender,

I know that you guys will be pretty pissed off for being reduced to tiny flecks, milking your life from within, so I want to apologize to you. Never will I ever reduce you to tiny flecks henceforth.

P.S: I love your color. That is the color of the dress that I am wearing right now. I feel like a princess whenever I wear this lavender-colored netted churidar.

Yours flabbergasted-ly (with a wink),

The Princess in Lavender.

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The kindness emanating from within

DPchallenge: The Daily Post asked me about the recent kindness that I’d received from a stranger, about the kindness I’ve shown to everyone and myself. In short, a blog post centered on kindness.

The Sunday before the previous, I had gone to an old age home with many of my friends – YUVA members, we all were (Google ‘Yuva Unstoppable’ if you want to know more about us) – and I had just gone to meet the grannies and grandpas and talk to them for a bit.

Yes, it is the Indian custom to sometimes call everyone granny, grandpa, aunt, uncle, brother / sister even if they’re not related by blood, so just read on, not getting confused why I called them ‘grannies’ instead of ‘old women’.

Suddenly, a grandma called me, and I went to sit beside her. She took out an old plastic box of hers that contained a few biscuits. I sat watching as she took out a few out of it and handed them to me.

This was an unexpected kind act that caught me off-guard.

I didn’t want to eat them though, because, there were very few inside, and I wanted her to have them too. Also, the box was very dirty for my liking and I didn’t quite like to eat the biscuits, so I didn’t take them from her.

But she refused to take them back, and I ended up eating them. The thought that she wanted to share even though she had a very little was quite touching. This was the most recent kind act from someone who didn’t even know me well.

The very same day, another granny had given each of us a rose knitted with wool – I must say, she was a good knitter, and I wondered where she got the money from to buy wool. That was another act of kindness that I had received.

The same day, I met another granny who always loved to meet me and always demanded for ‘Akila’ whenever our team visits the place (yes, we frequently visit them). I feel so lucky to have someone who always looks for me. I am lucky in many such aspects.

What kind act have I done recently?

I was sitting in one of the chairs meant for waiting in the railway station. I had just arrived in a train, and I was halfway towards my destination. There was an eight-hour more travel by bus to get home. My mom had gone to brush her teeth, and I was waiting for her, while I was also taking care of our luggage. Just then, I saw an old woman sitting on the floor, who came towards me using her hands, asking for alms. She was differently abled, and it looked like she could not walk. Her saree, if I could call it that, was more like rags. It was made up of a very thin fabric, and it didn’t even cover her fully.

Thinking that she might feel cold because of the cloth that she’d used to barely cover herself, I dug into my bag, took out a towel and draped it around her, thinking she’d appreciate it.

But I was shocked when she smiled and took it off her, folding it neatly and keeping it safe. I could only watch in disbelief at what she had done. It was like giving me a mental slap. Or maybe she wanted to preserve it for winter, a rational part of my mind told me, but I could say I was a tiny bit offended, nevertheless.

It looked like she thanked me for it, but she didn’t use it. I felt bad, because, seeing her that way pained me. But I couldn’t do anything about that; it was her choice now, and I couldn’t ask her why she did that.
That was the kindness-failure story of mine, but I’m glad that I gave it to her, because I hope she uses it someday.

What kindness have I shown myself?

Though I was discouraged by many people when I said that I had a passion to write, I never gave up. I write secretly. Why does every story of mine get reduced to writing at the end? :/ I’m not even writing much anymore.
But I must say – I always show myself kindness by being there for me when no one is. Being alone, sometimes, feels wonderful.

Kindness is itself a very beautiful trait that some people show, spreading warmth everywhere around them. This, in turn, gets reflected by others and continues like a chain.

This reminds me of the ‘chain of kindness’ event that is hosted by Yuva. I myself don’t know what they do in it, as our branch hasn’t come up with a plan yet. I saw it in the Yuva Unstoppable website today. I guess the other Yuva branches will be carrying out that plan. Now that I’ve seen it, I shall alert my friends about it and we’ll probably carry out the ‘chain of kindness’ event in our own style.

After all, kindness is all you need to give, not super fancy stuff, to warm other peoples’ hearts.

All things I hold dear

Writing in response to the writing challenge: Writing 101 by The Daily Post.

No, there isn’t one, there aren’t two… There’re quite a few.

I treasure almost everything that’s dear to me. Most of them include papers. I have lot of such ‘unwanted stuff’ (what others call them) stacked up at home. I treasure the handwritings of all my friends (I keep their test papers with me) and I have some of my own exam papers, in which I would’ve scored 99, 100, or something like that.

I am someone who gets easily attached to people and always want something as a token of their remembrance. And whenever I get one, I keep them all in a bag or stuff them somewhere inside a cupboard for them to be discovered later.

And I also thought keeping the memories of the test papers of my favorite tuition center would be ideal, as I never wanted to throw them away. That teacher was a perfectionist, and he also made us incorporate some of his perfection into our papers. He liked our papers to be neat, and so, there I was, writing ever so neatly just because his handwriting on the board and neatness whenever he taught us had inspired me quite a bit and my notes were exceptionally neat! I even ended up writing neatly, even though it was Math. And whenever I look at those, I never feel like throwing them away, so I still keep them with me.

I also have a few handwritten notes that my dad must’ve probably written years ago (crinkled, brown papers they all were), which I found along with the waste papers; I treasure those, as I love to have something that my dad had written. And the day dad taught me differential calculus was also memorable; so I keep his writing (differential equations, that is) treasured somewhere, but now I forgot where I actually have kept it.

And there’re letters that my childhood friend had sent me long back as soon as we parted, and we’re not in touch anymore. I have those letters still with me—ever since childhood. And while I was a kid, there’s this other bestie who made me a paper cell phone as a gift. I still have it with me and it will always stay with me.
And I also have with me the pens which my friends have gifted me or which is theirs. I keep it as their remembrance.

I also treasure all the greeting cards that my friends have gifted me on my birthdays and other occasions. They’re all safely kept somewhere.

I also treasure my writings in my laptop and I upload them on a site called ‘wattpad’, so that if I lose them on my laptop (as I don’t back up my files) I will have it at least in the net. Not only the writings, but also my drawings that I’d done since I was in school. I have them all stacked inside files and forgot about them. I was okay at drawing back then, and had even won many prizes in drawing.

And speaking of prizes, I just remembered… I have a few prizes that I never throw away—I’ve received many for various purposes – for general proficiency in English, and general proficiency in Tamil (though I didn’t keep this one), drawing, prizes for good handwriting, prizes for getting good scores in the examinations, and prizes that I’d won in sports in school (for sports, they usually give steel plates, steel glasses, steel bowls, etc, which we currently use at home).

But most of all, I treasure the photos of my cool group of friends the most. But since all of them are kept in my laptop, there is no guarantee that they’ll remain with me for life. I wish to take a hard copy of them all soon, but there are just too many of them to take. Very many.

I’ve met these people just for doing a skit. There was only a remote chance of being friends, I had thought, but now I see how wrong I had been. These bunch (that’s an understatement; there’re too many of them) of people mean the life to me right now.

And among these people is a friend who gifted me a watch, by earning for it herself while she was just a student! This still awes me that she could do so much just for an undeserving friend like me. She’s the reason why I’m very lucky! I’m just lucky to have her and adorable gang of friends in my life.

And yeah! I treasure all these people; not only their photos.

Above all, the thing that I most cherish and treasure is our memories. Memories of the friends I’ve had, memories of many kind acts people have done to me, memories of everything lovable and things that I hold dear, which reduces basically to my friends and parents.

There’s this money-collection box that my grandparents had brought me when I was a kid – I still have it as a token of their remembrance. Though they buy me dresses and everything else twice or more every year, they’re things that cannot be kept with me till the end; so I have that box and the watch that grandpa had gifted me when I was in my seventh grade. Yes, it was my first ever ‘real’ watch – by ‘real’, I mean a branded one – not one of those kids’ watches that you get for twenty rupees, that’s sold on the roads.

I also treasure a few things like wrappers of chocolates, when given to me by someone dear or just simply – just like a collection; but that was long ago—not doing it now-a-days. I also treasure the petals of a rose on which we’d written our names (me and a few friends) when we were in our seventh grade. Even though the petals have become dull and almost wasted, they’re still safe in my diary.

I also have a weird habit of stealing a few things from my laboratories if possible and keep them as a remembrance. I remember stealing a few scrapes copper something from chemistry lab when I was in my eleventh grade. And I usually pocket the tiny ICs, resistors and transistors into my lab coat whenever possible even now! And they stay safe in that pocket forever (I never remove anything from that pocket, so I still hope they’re there).

Memories are the most treasured of all, though. The very memory of having an animated conversation/ an intimate conversation with a friend or being loved by my mother – it gives me joy. Then what else is there to treasure and cherish? 🙂

Writing non-stop for 400 words: writing101

Where a kind princess once lived…

Amelia was a princess who loved to visit the shore of her kingdom. She always went with her best friend, who happened to be her maiden, Diana. One day, as they were walking along the sea-shore, Amelia spotted something from afar—a huge ship was approaching towards their kingdom.

Amelia, at that time, didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. They had to first get to know if the team of people approaching them were allies who were giving them a surprise visit, or their foes, who were planning on declaring sudden war.

But, as the ship fast approached, and Diana ran towards the castle to inform their king about the mysterious ship they knew nothing about, Amelia stood there, transfixed, admiring the beauty of the gigantic ship that began to appear larger as it came nearer.

As Amelia stood looking, the ship anchored at a good few metres from the shore and one of them got down, with three others behind him. The man stood out from the others, and wore expensive clothing, Amelia could tell, from the looks of it.

As he approached her, he asked, “Madam, can you tell us if there is any space left for a few travellers to stay in your kingdom? We will not live more than a day or two.”

The other three men stood baffled at what their master, apparently, had just uttered. “But master…” One of them dared to prompt him.

But the young man waved the man off, showing that he knew what he was doing, and there was no need of any advices. The man stayed silent.

“Madam?” The young man prompted Amelia.

“Oh,” she said, snapping out of her thoughts. “Your ship looks very much like the one that the kingdom of Genovia owns, sire, so I had thought for a moment that we were going to be attacked.”

“We are from Genovia,” said one of the three men behind the kind young man, earning a glare from him.
“You are?” Amelia gasped at the revealation and turned to run back to the castle and inform her father, when she felt a soft tug at her hands.

“Worry not, young lady,” said the kind-looking traitor. “We’re not here for war.”

Amelia turned towards him, wanting to know why they’d come all the way along. “And?”

“I’m here, to make you my queen.”

“And about the war?” One of the three bodyguards, it seemed, of the prince of Genovia asked.

“This young lady here,” he said, “has made the war unnecessary. Let us just leave with her, if she permits to let us take her.”

Amelia was stunned, and was speechless. “You’re Genovia’s prince?”

“Yes, and will you be my queen?” He stood on his knees. “I don’t want a war, if I can have a beautiful woman as you as my wife.”

Amelia held his hand gently, and made him stand up. “Dear prince, I’m delighted we need not fight anymore. Let’s make peace between the two kingdoms, come talk to my father, who happens to be the king.”

**

P.S: I have cheated a bit – sorry, it’s a habit of mine to press backspace when I think some word doesn’t make sense. “Old habits die hard” right?

Anyway, sorry about that. It doesn’t seem senseless because I probably backspaced at least ten words. I just went with the story, though. 😀