#i could go on about english degrees but i shant

[atinylittlepain]

I can’t begin to explain how beautiful and wonderful every chapter of your series is. I seriously cry everytime from the goosebumps I get for your writing😭

just out of curiosity, do you study literature perhaps?❤️❤️

aw thank you so much, dear non <3

so im in my fourth year of undegrad rn and i came to college with the full intent to be a creative writing major but i HATED it i found the classes useless and pretentious and ended up falling in love with psych instead lol nowadays im a psych and english double major (already had the credits figured i should see it thru lmao)

what i am is an obsessive and aggressive reader - that's what i like to do in my free time and i feel like this advice gets passed around so much but for there to be output (writing) there's gotta be input (reading) - i truly believe the more you read, more variety more styles more genres etc - the better writer you become

thank you again for reading, it was a pleasure sharing that story with you :)

[lazycroissantangellamp]

What should I say about her that she was brave , loved life and that she loved her children to bits?

The eldest daughter of a brood of 6 children. Her mother died young, leaving behind the youngest son who was only 5 years old. Rumour has it thar she cleared the air hostess interview but did not join as the calling was frowned upon. In the late 50s daughters belonging to good families simply didnt do so! But was it premonition about his short life that prompted her father to let her undergo training so she was able to secure a Government job in a Block of the Uttar Pradesh administration? The father had predicted his death accurate to the time in his diary which he wrote in his neat English hand. Sister and brother( eldest of three brothers and second after the eldest sibling) literally held his hand while is life slipped away.

The onus of the entire family was on her young shoulders. Maybe a book can be written of how the lawyer uncle entrusted with the mothers ancestral jewellery made away with it or how she got a truck loaded with their belongings in Shahjahanpur and got it it to their ancestral home in Mashak Gunj Lucknow. The tragedy of the situation was the old grandfather was alive and staying with them and had seen his young daughter in law and son pass away before his eyes. Old and broken he was in no position to provide guidance.

When I was getting married a relative from my cousin sister's sasural was there who was her youngest bhabhi. It was popular in these circles that her life could be compared to that of Rakhee in Tapasya. To the uninitiated this is a story of sacrifice of an elder sister to settle her younger siblings in life while keeping her own happiness on the back burner. I shant get into too many details but she rejected many a decent proposal as she was not sure she would be able to look after her siblings. Her extended family is said to have warned her that she would regret her decision later on. Papa ji was also working in the block of Mohan Lal Gunj as mummy ji. Their's was a "love marriage" of those days. Mummy ji's only condition was that she would continue to look after her siblings even after marriage. She related how once after her marriage she was visiting Mashak Gunj and sold one of her gold kangans so that food could be bought. Things improved after Bade mama got a job after his studies in Veterinary Sciences. She and papaji continued to aid in the education of the other brothers and sisters specially completion of chhotey mama's Archtectural degree from Roorkee. Chhotey mama looked upto her as a mother, his own mother remained a faint memory to him. Mummmy ji would relate how when she came back from her interview to get into the UP Police force he was washing potty soiled nappy of his baby niece. On being asked what he was doing he replied jokingly "Sona dho rahe hain jiji!" Mummy ji passed that interview with flying colors. She was the first police personnel inducted in in UP Police Services to provide security to the then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi.

Ashit tells of the time when he as a school boy accompanied mummy ji when Indira Gandhi was visiting and going to inspect a parade in mummy's workplace.. Ashit got to shake hands with her. Chhotey mama used to tell his nephews and niece that their mother had worked hard enough it was their turn now. Unfortunately he died all too soon. His death was a major shock to mummy ji and she started losing her luxurious black hair which was when Papaji advised her to cut it short.

That is how remember seeing her first short hair gracefully clad in a saree with an ever ready smile. She was a devi bhakta and kept 9 days fast for navratri which culminated in pooja on the last day. She said she had gotten up from her pooja of chaitra navratras in 1988 when the envelope containing proposal of marriage from Daddy was slipped in under the door by the postman.

There are so many memories rushing through my mind like an express train. Mummy ji coming to our home in Kasturinagar after our wedding to attend the small reception in our IFFCO township. Snippets of conversation reverberate in my mind." Shikha yeh aapki saas hain lagti bilkul aapki mummy jaisi hain!" Ashit had also let on in early days of our courting that I resembled her. She won the prestigious Police medal and being the the first lady personnel to do so for her under cover operation to get information during the Babri masjid incident. Mummy ji came with mummy when I was struggling with 4 month old twins, having to join back to full time work after a break of almost 9 months - with no proper domestic help. She stayed on for the annaprashan. Aastha licked so much of the kheer made by her that we had to deal with an upset stomach later on!

Many many memories of shopping in Dhalgadwad Ahmedabad and also Meena Bazaar Dubai. Dubai - where I had introduced her to Art of Living and she was as excited as a child with her teacher Atul Kapoor , going for follow ups to Meadows or doing kriya on the beach.

Paralytic stroke struck her on 23rd January 2015. It struck her body not her mind and she fought valiantly to regain walking talking and continuing most activities, her love for good food and clothes remained intact as her interest in going to places. But when tragedy struck on 10th April 2018 taking away her partner of over 56 years (for better or for worse), she lost her will to live and left us almost a day to the year.

I owe a lot of things to her but what comes foremost to my mind is - Live life Kingsize....rest in peace Mummyji🙏🙏

[lazycroissantangellamp]

What should I say about her that she was brave , loved life and that she loved her children to bits?

The eldest daughter of a brood of 6 children. Her mother died young, leaving behind the youngest son who was only 5 years old. Rumour has it thar she cleared the air hostess interview but did not join as the calling was frowned upon. In the late 50s daughters belonging to good families simply didnt do so! But was it premonition about his short life that prompted her father to let her undergo training so she was able to secure a Government job in a Block of the Uttar Pradesh administration? The father had predicted his death accurate to the time in his diary which he wrote in his neat English hand. Sister and brother( eldest of three brothers and second after the eldest sibling) literally held his hand while is life slipped away.

The onus of the entire family was on her young shoulders. Maybe a book can be written of how the lawyer uncle entrusted with the mothers ancestral jewellery made away with it or how she got a truck loaded with their belongings in Shahjahanpur and got it it to their ancestral home in Mashak Gunj Lucknow. The tragedy of the situation was the old grandfather was alive and staying with them and had seen his young daughter in law and son pass away before his eyes. Old and broken he was in no position to provide guidance.

When I was getting married a relative from my cousin sister's sasural was there who was her youngest bhabhi. It was popular in these circles that her life could be compared to that of Rakhee in Tapasya. To the uninitiated this is a story of sacrifice of an elder sister to settle her younger siblings in life while keeping her own happiness on the back burner. I shant get into too many details but she rejected many a decent proposal as she was not sure she would be able to look after her siblings. Her extended family is said to have warned her that she would regret her decision later on. Papa ji was also working in the block of Mohan Lal Gunj as mummy ji. Their's was a "love marriage" of those days. Mummy ji's only condition was that she would continue to look after her siblings even after marriage. She related how once after her marriage she was visiting Mashak Gunj and sold one of her gold kangans so that food could be bought. Things improved after Bade mama got a job after his studies in Veterinary Sciences. She and papaji continued to aid in the education of the other brothers and sisters specially completion of chhotey mama's Archtectural degree from Roorkee. Chhotey mama looked upto her as a mother, his own mother remained a faint memory to him. Mummmy ji would relate how when she came back from her interview to get into the UP Police force he was washing potty soiled nappy of his baby niece. On being asked what he was doing he replied jokingly "Sona dho rahe hain jiji!" Mummy ji passed that interview with flying colors. She was the first police personnel inducted in in UP Police Services to provide security to the then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi.

Ashit tells of the time when he as a school boy accompanied mummy ji when Indira Gandhi was visiting and going to inspect a parade in mummy's workplace.. Ashit got to dhske hands with her. Chhotey mama used to tell his nephews and niece that their mother had worked hard enough it was their turn now. Unfortunately he died all too soon. His death was a major shock to mummy ji and she started losing her luxurious black hair which was when Papaji advised her to cut it short.

That is how remember seeing her first short hair gracefully clad in a saree with an ever ready smile. She was a devi bhakta and kept 9 days fast for navratri which culminated in pooja on the last day. She said she had gotten up from her pooja of chaitra navratras in 1988 when the envelope containing proposal of marriage from Daddy was slipped in under the door by the postman.

There are so many memories rushing through my mind like an express train. Mummy ji coming to our home in Kasturinagar after our wedding to attend the small reception in our IFFCO township. Snippets of conversation reverberate in my mind." Shikha yeh aapki saas hain lagti bilkul aapki mummy jaisi hain!" Ashit had also let on in early days of our courting that I resembled her. She won the prestigious Police medal and being the the first lady personnel to do so for her under cover operation to get information during the Babri masjid incident. Mummy ji came with mummy when I was struggling with 4 month old twins, having to join back to full time work after a break of almost 9 months - with no proper domestic help. She stayed on for the annaprashan. Aastha licked so much of the kheer made by her that we had to deal with an upset stomach later on!

Many many memories of shopping in Dhalgadwad Ahmedabad and also Meena Bazaar Dubai. Dubai - where I had introduced her to Art of Living and she was as excited as a child with her teacher Atul Kapoor , going for follow ups to Meadows or doing kriya on the beach.

Paralytic stroke struck her on 23rd January 2015. It struck her body not her mind and she fought valiantly to regain walking talking and continuing most activities, her love for good food and clothes remained intact as her interest in going to places. But when tragedy struck on 10th April 2018 taking away her partner of over 56 years (for better or for worse), she lost her will to live and left us almost a day to the year.

I owe a lot of things to her but what comes foremost to my mind is - Live life Kingsize....rest in peace Mummyji🙏🙏