Faith. Hope. Love. Fairy Dust

This is a long overdue post and should have ideally been my first post…but never late than ever, eh? So everybody who knows me (or at least everyone who knows me well ), are aware of my love for books. I’ve always derived great joy in losing myself to the pull and magic of words. My sister has over the years been telling me to start a blog to extend my love for writing, but I was never inclined to do so. I was never much of a blog reader and just did not feel inclined. But this changed in 2012 when I came across a weekly pregnancy update by Julie in her blog: http://www.girlintheredshoes.com/ . I was very intrigued by the way she had presented the post and the lovely chalkboard picture of her pregnancy status. I went through few of her articles and was immediately hooked. I had nothing in common with her, but words have a way of reaching out to you. The emotions she expresses through her articles, on love, family and joy - are universal. Ever since I regularly read her articles....

The adventures I’ve had with you for eleven years are countless and the joy you’ve brought me is immeasurable.  You carried me through my tears and pain, you instinctively knew and brought me to Alwarpet Anjeyneyar’s doorstep every - every time I need it, you bore the brunt through three accidents and lessened the impact for me, you waded through knee deep water and kept me dry, you lit and guided and held fear back as I rode through every dark street, you calmed my nerves as you took me to job interviews and numerous exams, you absorbed my road rage every time I shouted bastard and bitch, you kept the pace with every beat, step and song of mine and you survived and emerged stronger after two hate/rage filled attacks.  My Trusted Steed :-) You’ve taught me to never take my eyes of the road and to never stop journeying and adventuring. I don’t know when I will ever go on another adventure with you. But until I have one last ride with you, goodbye my trusted ...

As I mark 6 months of moving away from the only place I’ve called home to a new home thousands of miles away, I choose to pause and let some of it out, lest I burst from within. One constant question from everyone new I’ve met in the last few months is “Do you miss your family?” and this here is the answer. I miss my mother’s bear hugs, my father’s forehead kisses and my sister’s constant care. I miss my handful of friends whom I’ve known since kindergarden days. Friends who can sense that I’m troubled just from my voice on the phone and friends who choose to forgive me every time I don’t answer their call. I miss my extended family of friends and well-wishers who are constantly concerned about my wellbeing. I miss my books that have moulded and guided and brought me up alongside my parents and sister. I miss dancing at Devaniya. I miss my guru. I miss Natesan Colony. I miss my straw mat. I miss my home library filled with books, each with its own personal memory. I miss m...