KhepiAri

As the month of May creepily entered my calendar,, I realized something was special... Well the Mothers Day entered my to-do-list...  I thought I was the only dearest daughter in the world who cared for her mother... But again my illusion was broken, by good major mates... Both of my major mates were also anxious about this one day...  First we got confused when the actual day was, some one said 1st may, other  8th may... But after all whats my dear Google for?? We found the date It was 13th May,, the second Sunday of may... So sitting in our Philosophy Exam hall, we three started discussing what to gift our dearest mothers,,, but to our surprise it was not only we three but many others who wanted to gift their mom,,. Hence the discussion broke out, one mate said she had already gifted her mother a Saree worth three thousand bucks... Now we all got dumbstruck by the selfless act and realized how shameless we were only gifting o...

 We are born with certain permanent relations, but as we grow up some relations are made, which become thicker than blood.... Well today is no adventure day, no twisted tale, but birthday day of a person, who has been more than a friend...   its a letter to my soul sister.....  Dear Maple, I know not, what to write, but I hope when you read this, a smile flies to your eyes from the lips... Its going to be a year, of us being on our separated paths... Wish you a very happy birthday... I bought your gift, but could not send you, as courier services don't reach to your University...  So the soapy long hand letters can wait.... Thank you for being with me always..  Since kindergarten you have been my friend, sometimes advising not  to eat sweetmeat for tooth decay, or jumping in front of my Mom to ask if she was my mother, or teaching me how to whistle..  Though our friendship strengthened ...

Life is touched by few, some motivate, some influence, some teach... and some question the whole existence of us..... Well today paulOaries had, something different, yet very rooting experience.... Whats my life without a surprise at every other turn and no.....  Today was my Art Sixth year finals ( practicals)... It was one of the worst day for my painting.... But an awesome chance to be swept of my balanced mind.... My cousin brother and I went to over filled art school, where no place was reserved for us... Then we were sent to first floor, and asked to sit on floor covered with bed-sheet... But more tykes came up, and my brother suggested that we should move to the roof...  I have had seen the roof, but it was not what we call a roof... Enter the great surprise.... a small width concrete structure was standing on the building and claiming it self as roof... At that point I felt pushing off my brother from the...