How was my previous post??? Did you like it??? I am so excited to share the next part….
My college life was pretty much colorful. I had a blast and no regret guys…. I am happy for each bit of it. I think many of us do…. I got many friends and I understood the real meaning of friendship and bonding from there….
I am in love with my college, Now when I see the old pictures, I used to get an interesting feeling that my colleagues can only accept. I can’t explain it but it is so good.
I had heartbreaks…. fights…. and all kind of usual college stuff…. Thanks to all those who played an important role in teaching me the finest word “LIFE”….
After college, I was pretty much sure about my future. I have to become independent and have to do something related to music.
I wanted to go for further studies with my best friends. We three together figured out an amazing college.
Then comes the drama of my mom with the term “MARRIAGE….”
She wanted me to get married, then do whatever I dream. Being an amazing mom, she was so sure about my character that I will never listen to them if I become independent and go so long for studies. So I can’t blame her.
After a lot more tears, I understood.
I am not going with my friends for further studies.
Sadly I realized that I cheated my friends. They took admission there and they thought, I will join them.
For recovering from that depression, I started working, but it was tearing me apart inside my mind. I couldn’t concentrate in my life for sure.
So whats next ??? Obviously “MARRIAGE….”
I was not ready but it was not in my hand….
In Indian marriage, there are many rituals (Its hell in the planet)….
I was doing something that I was not comfortable. Like interviews, bridegrooms will come with their parents, may be relatives, some times a lot more people…. Uff!!!
And brides have to go in front of them to answer their questions. Such an ugly ritual…. And we have to provide snacks and drinks for them for taking the awful interview.
I hate those bridegroom interviews….
My bridegroom interviews were pretty much good. I didn’t failed in any of them. Ha ha….
And then my marriage happened. I came to United states and life started being normal.
I found my hidden talent of cooking….
Before, in my home, I was being a trainee in cooking with cutting the veggies especially onions and tea preparation.
So this is jackpot for me. I got a whole kitchen and I can enjoy it without any disturbance.
When shazil, my son, came to my life, I learned an amazing and supernatural title called “MOTHER”.
It was a real magic. I found myself from the scraps and then I started writing blogs.
Now blogging have become the part of my life. I am enjoying the end of the day with my blogger friends. May be the writer inside me is smiling a little bit…
My motto is to make a mark before I leave from this world….
I have captured my memories and thoughts inside this….
So how was your blogging story started??? You can share it in the comment box below….