It's been over two months and up now, that we all are being isolated from our friends, the chit chats on chat table, the Uni classes, the morning runs talk, no doubt we can still have our very fine convos over calls, messages, but there is a difference in face to face talk which can never and actually never be filled up by an electronic device. I understand parents are friends too, but I hope you are getting to know what I mean, those personal talks which are so top secret to be shared with parents, you see the guy you have crush on, the trip you are planning on, the stalls where you want to go again, let me add this my momos are being missed so badly 😅. I again understand what's wrong being at home ! Nothing but something we all miss, I know half ll agree and half not and that's so absolutely okay. Respect for everyones Nazariyan🙇‍♀️. It's always that when we have this now, we miss the other and when we have another, the earlier one wants its space. And so I have this now- just like you all - time with my members, and the lovely doll of our family - Ishu. I 'm her DIDI less and YAYA more, at time also her MOOH, for she is yet to pronounce my name properly, and so Monica is only Mooh for her.. There is a tremendous shift in my routine. I know everyone is undergoing through it. My point here to mention routine drives me to drive your attention towards is that for now my wake up call varies from 0900h - 1000h, and there is no doubt that Ishu (my baby sis), won't make her entrance to the room and poke me which she undoubtedly does. And she does this so wonderfully, for I believe every kid is and have gained a mastery in disturbing the fellow members, the utterance of YAYA word with her fragile voice, and if I dont happen to give my interest she leaves the room, but more than ignoring her I have considered her more important than my sleep, very hard I must tell very hard to give up your sleep😂 ( can I say I am a sleep lover, for people who know me might be giggling at this right now). She has always been my attraction, my life just next to my favourite man- my father. So, where was I? Yes Ishu baby. Now the whole house is quite, things in place, including my waterbottle for this is the thing which she uses alot when in the room 😑, juhi gets rest now, for the baby girl is completing her hour sleep😴. It's so silent just like the way I go for washrooms at midnight, I feel I 'm carrying the weightage of some ghost over my shoulder when I walk into washroom at such a odd time, oh shhhhhh (my inner thought now-Monica you think so much, shooo it away). My wish now is to wake her up, and I am missing her MOOh, her YAYA even though she is sleeping just next to me, but again at the same time it's my mother's call at the back warning me strictly "Monicaaaaaa Don't dare to do so, behan ko mat uthana." This is the same thing as I mentioned when you have this thing you miss the earlier one and when you get the earlier one and so and so... Okay! Thanks so much for reading. Juhi is giving a call for dinner. Next Friday ll be back again 😅! (*Wink wink) Babye! Much love readers❤.

Memories come crowding in. Back then in Lucknow- it was a child studying in 2nd standard, who came up with a complain to her mother, "Mummy she tore up my copy for the image which I drew on it telling her she resembles it". Only the conclusion was conveyed, the image wasn't a pretty one but the one with horns on head and with Dracula's teeth, the one which every small kid would draw, and she fell into that category. Few seconds later her mother replied "Its okay she might be good at heart", and urged the child not to do any harm to her or think bad about her. The child grew up taking what her mother told, people are good at heart and never to think bad about anyone. She never understood, how a person could be good when they can't think good about people, however that teaching which her mother taught her way back, which she inculcated one and half decades earlier still lie deep inside her also which is still wrapped safe, and one which she decided to carry forward. All these sends her mind racing into the spangs of tornado of times past. "This is what I dream of Daddy", she responded to her father's question where he put forth , "To what you look for in life?." Her aspiration and passion lie in Army, to join Armed forces, to adorn the olive green uniform, to become a "Fauji". To the answer which came swiftly, the response came as fast and furiously, (chill didn't take from fast and furious movie😅) "There are many more things in life to explore, be into somewhere else", father said where his eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. Had he known how determined his daughter has become over the years, developing herself to be the part of such a wonderful and happening organisation. If only he knew the support would have come initially, untill it was her mom's part to play the role. "She has joined National Cadet Corps" wife said to her husband. Over the phone calls, the daughter who stayed apart from family for her education, every messages were shared, the way she got enrolled into Air Wing, NCC and much more. As a young teenager, if she knew it earlier much prior to her experiences that she underwent through, if life was that easy to handle without parents being around. Stepped out from home nest after her matriculations, her responsibility came not to the warden who was in-charge of the hostel but to herself. Her Giant Wheel journey begins here. "Beta, Are you working smartly where you want to be?", her phone beeped by a text from Daddy. For fraction of seconds, she thought she misread what came and put on her specs. She read it correctly, and mother succeeded in pursuing a father to become a support pillar for their daughter's wish. The lining which persisted earlier was cleared and with a smile on her face she typed "First step has been taken, joined NCC, informed mom earlier", clicked on to send option. She was on cloud Nine, as always you see 😉 after winning the support from her father, to the field of her father which she wants to traverse. One of the best decision she ever made was to join NCC which made her to challenge herself, the first flight she took, the first National Camp she did, the trip to abroad she made, was all by the blessings as well as support from people in and around her. She completed her Grad Course and has appeared her NCC 'C' Cert examination, and is on with her Post-Grad Course. "The Roller-Coaster ride, yet to experience" Shasica said to herself. Wish God! Shasica gasped and sank deeper into her bed, with a prayer on her lips to grant her GRAIL.....

Couple of days back Not couple, actually more than that Her mood swings went through a trauma, huuuhh Not physical but a significant layers of mental one Consciousness and unconsciousness, both planned and joined their hands together. Bed was the only place. Food one time was the only case. 'Something' was hit deep, not one that of depression. For been through that too. Keeping that 'something' without revealing it. Here, I discerned that this is also important to feel and understand for then only we realize the utmost chief of good episode that we have or we had. With something bad, we understand what is good, with something cool we feel what is warm, with something pleasant we get to know unpleasant, the contrast and so on.. Today morning with my brush on, the thought hit me.. and for writing satisfies both of my hobby as well as my agileness so why not this Friday go with it😅.

Penning it down for something new. Appreciation was with few. Once told by him, nowhere would you receive the love as I do to you. Curving her face muscle she replied to herself it's Fine. No dubiety- The love showered was more than she ever longed for. People bloom where affection and care are reciprocated. He wasn't the favored one for it, then. And for the same I am the luckless one, now. One who spoiled up everything was- "SHE" THIS She also has S-'He'. One who tried to hold up everything was- He. A thought might have also hit him- How long ll it only be me to hold her and thus he did let go that 'everything' (Self-Respect was the issue,see) *Sigh*. It is this sum that is hefty now but again it is also that tinch which pinches- People come and go, that is how life is meant to be.. And so He said TATA, the way my younger sister utters it, the only difference was my younger one tells he didn't....

It is this individual who whenever gets time starts to read articles or anything that is found on her social platform.As we all know the most trending is this, the heading -Quarantine. Questions put forth are- kya chal rha hai? Kaise Kat rahein hai Quarantine ? -asked by batchmates (Thanks God my Gurus aren't asking this) Gone through posts, friends posting pictures of cooking skills, gardening, singing as their developing hobby in this quarantine (my dear ones please, keep posting, my heart goes onto dance after going through all your cooked dishes and flower pictures,for they appear to be so amazing) - no doubt I'm included in that 'people' too for being home now for over a month. There is one thing I've to do out of compulsion, ofcourse who would want that to be a hobby- babysitting *sigh sigh* I 've a close friend whose calls and msgs I receive daily or its vice versa (happiness😂). These days our conversation has been revolving only around write ups. Yes,she too writes, so my mother happened to listen our conversation today and suddenly after I just hung up, she popped up with her question- "Beta, what is the benefit you gain from this, this means writing?" My mother then made a gesture with an indication for she doesn't know what love am I talking about.. There wasn't a question directly, but her gesture put forth one on it - this time I paused for few seconds,gave a thought and then replied - "The way you love gardening and taking care what papa planted and went for his duty, the way you love Yangnim urf Ishu (youngest one in the family) the same way I love what I have started to write, rather its surfing myself. She then gave a smile and left the room. The point of writing these 400 words ( Don't overthink, ofcourse I didn't go onto count each word,its approximation) is a reply to question asked -Quarantine mai khud ko dhundhna chal rha, apno k sath batein chal rhi hai, likhna chal rha hai, I can't skip BABY SITTING here (tiredness😅) Btw, our Ishu is only 18 months old haa! *wink wink*

Few mins ago, my phone beeped with the notification, went onto check news feed, found the knock knock of one of the finest gems of Bollywood industry's news, Irrfan Khan, an actor who left his last breath due to Colon Infection (as per the updated news so far). Twitter feed with messages after messages, one after the other, showing condolence for one who left a legacy in Indian cinema. Few couple of days back I was having this conversation with my Aunt while she was handling her mobile phone's net issues and her hot star channel, where Irrfan Khan's this year movie 'ANGREZI MEDIUM' was streaming in and I told her, the role of father is played by Irrfan Khan.The father figure appears the best of best to me, and so the role he was into it surely captivated me and carried a soft corner in me. I am yet to watch that movie, where I went through the reviews, looking and undergoing through the lead role played by Irrfan Sir and today again received a beep beep- the demise of another human being, who certainly contributed a lot to his family and nation. I gave this news to my mother over our lunch today, she literally lifted her left hand and put it over her heart and told me, you did not provide me good news beta, and so there was silence and lunch was completed... The 'LIFE' - we never know when, where we 're talking about one thing and on the next you get the news. This is how we all know life goes and carries on, the circle will never stop, this the 'PAL', the 'MOMENT' that we have with our loved ones with friends, with family members and with 'ourselves'. We never know if God ll provide us the 'last pass' to say Our GOODBYES or not. So let's cherish 'what we have', 'what we can contribute', in making lives happier just the way the legend Irrfan Sir did and ll continue to do... Blessings and Wishes to all and at this point of moment to the family of Bollywood industry and to Irrfan Sir's family. Loads of love to Fam ❣... and not to forget the life we have to carry🤗 ...

To, the one, whose language Only a mother can understand One, whose cry annoys me alot Wish I could put her inside a cane So that her voice gets clot (just kidding). In my Grad days this 'one' didn't Get her form. Hardly had an idea this would be 'she'. My father tells blessed is the one who Gets a daughter again. Considering himself a 'Bhagyawani'. This again happened in my Grad days, one of our lecturer In one of our class had conveyed Then a comparison was made - "Babies when born appear like a monkey". Considering him to be absolutely correct, Our Ishu when born did exactly resemble like their clan 🙈. You know! That cute little baby monkey. Every morning my mother wakes me up to move to her room and take a nap with Ishu I know I know, you all might consider it to be 'so sweet'. But it isn't (phewww) - for 5 mins later she cries. And her cry appears like a drumstick patted on bas drum. Her activities no less than that of a baby monkey. Now, only 18 months old is she, her language ofcourse I can't get through. But one sure day she ll be grown enough to understand This language, and come to me to show this, saying " Didi, did I really appear like a monkey😂". I would say " where is the doubt ! . And whatsoever, howsoerver and what ever it be.She is the Noor of my life. #Yangnim urf Ishubaby❣

Dearest Sakhi, this world would have been so fortunate If everyone like me Whose heart so locked Got your releasing key. Sakhi, do you know how helpful you have been Where still you call me lean. Our those YEP training days Paving our Abroad ways. Doest it touch you, the same way as it still does to me? Those minus degree temperature, where we still planned to appear hot And only I know how you were on cloud nine After gulping your shot. Among the group of five No doubt, we both were high Handling you till sacred room To bring down your air of shot, I wished then I had a broom. Recollecting the powder room, please do hold onto ! Holding and managing you till there I know you would now say it's not fair You entered the same gender room, I waited, you didn't appear I couldn't put up a gear So entered the opposite gender room. It's a long story,which has become a past. Could you please spell a cast! For it has become His-story But we made Her-story. #AkshataVenkateshwarTiwariUrfSakhi.

Having grown up, didn't realize life would be this. How situations, time, people, appeared, occured & vanished, just like stain. Having grown up, didn't ponder upon surroundings much. But, little did she realize, how essential ambience were and are to mould one's own self. Having grown up, with or without oppurtunites, with or without facilities, or say with or without a family-deep Yes! Indeed. This self underwent through that too. Two, Three-23 year old, you 're blessed to have grown through your past-self, to be in your present self. Cheers to all who have done so, or are doing so, with hope always alive to be in your wished future self 🤗.. #hiddenstories