Heaven is where home is...

Pheww...finally the exams are over.The last day of my this term exam was a bit extra special.This is because finally i am a half-MBA.And i must admit that although i lost interest in classes and books many months ago,but i did learned a lot from this course.And most of my learning happened outside the class,mostly in organizing those college events and working(or in some cases trying to work)as a team.

I am also now back home.And once again i have fallen in love with my home.I have always felt that i am a very lucky person and Whenever i come back home,i start feelin that i am the luckiest person in this world.I belong to a typical,big joint punjabi family,and the greatest part about mine is that everyone actually loves and cares for eachother.

There is always possitive energy flowing in my family.The best part about living in such a family is that you never feel alone.There is always someone to talk to,some one to play with,someone to guide you,tell you stories about your culture and most importantly,someone to hold you when you fall.And man you must see the vibrant energy here during festivals and weddings and with two marriages of my cousions slotted this december,can already see the fun i am goin to have this year end.

I know that with the career path i am choosing,it would not be possible for me to stay here always,but wherever i live,i would always feel good knowing that i am a part of such a family.Afterall heaven is where the home is,isin't it?

Mirage

She was happy about her face,
She was happy about her life,
untill one day when she realised,
That in this world even mirror tell lies......

A known stranger.

Today in the morning i got a call from a person i met in the hyderabad 18 months ago.She told me that she was gettin married next month and has called to invite me in her wedding.She also asked me for my postal address so that she can send me the card.

It was a real surprise for me because though we met eachother daily for 4 months,i hardly had any interection with her before.Infact i don't even remember giving her my local number there ,leave about my number now which had been changed thrice since then.

At first i thought it would be rude but anyways i asked her that we hardly know each other,and to be frank i don't even remember her properly,so how come she is inviting me to be the part of the most important day of her life.

She told me that she has been a regular visitor of my blog and she thinks she knows me good enough to invite me in her marriage.She also told me that she got my phone number form my blog.She said that she have mailed me a couple of times before and have chatted with me once in messenger.

And the whole picture got cleared.Actually i remembered getting some anonomyous mails from a person about a poem i wrote.I also remembered having a long 3 hours chat on messenger with someone in the night, regarding the poems that i write.

The good thing is that i am going to banglore next month,which is near to hyderabad and so have already decided to go and attend the marriage.I spent most of my day today thinking about that phone call.It was a really strange experience for me.Its really amazing how you can effect someones life without even knowing it.

To phonegirl : Thanks for the call and making my day. I wish you a very happy married life.May all your dreams come true.