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It's a wonderful life!!!!!! Yes it is, it has been and it will be. Everything in this lifetime makes me believe that it is - wonderful. Well for this realisation to come it may take different props for each individual but for sure it comes and at that time you feel you make your destiny. Life has given me the power to steer my life as I want to. The controls are in my hands so I am my leader. We always like the change in scenes and this is what happens. We see those changes coming along our path and it is for us to blend in those to gain maximum out of it. Gains can be in terms of happiness, success, monetary, love, acceptance, etc. so got to gain when we can because that scene is not permanent as our thoughts must have initiated the process of another change. So we just need to keep filling our basket. How I came about knowing that it's a wonderful life? Well it's been that change of scenes brought about by it and along with that the realisation of it all that set in...

As I opened my eyes in the morning today, all I could see was a white blanket outside my window. Every little speck was layered with about one foot of snowfall! The sunshine illuminated the entire spectrum. It was a marvellous sight indeed, indescribable in words for sure! The water in the pipes and tanks had frozen so not a drop dripping…the only water trickling I could see was from the icicles formed on the roofs and as each droplet descended on the ground it froze right there!     The newspaper arrived very late and was stocked with headlines such as “Heavy snowfall paralyses life”. The detailed news gave an extensive report of blocked roads, lack of daily supplies of necessities like vegetables, milk, bread etc., snapped telephone lines, disrupted power and water supply, twisted electric poles, all forms of transportation at halt, tourists   trapped, etc. etc. etc. – life at a standstill and all thanks to the high velocity winds and one of the heaviest snowfalls ...

It took a while to almost every passerby on Ridge to realize that it’s not just another Sunday. So many lovely children in uniforms had gathered near Gaiety Theatre, and they were quite a centre of attraction. However, what I got to overhear was even more inviting: “Look, there’s some food fest going on in there”, “So many children, what’s the occasion?” After all, we are no more kids to remember the Children’s Day. Thankfully, people with the great ‘Umang’ spirit don’t consider their adulthood a restriction against celebrating the special day, rather they made it even better having angels celebrating along.  If only I could rise on time in the morning, I would have joined the kids in the film-festival too that Umang Foundation had organized for the disabled and orphan children. Nevertheless, I was extremely overwhelmed to have met my friends from Kasturba Gandhi Aashram, dressed up in cute Nehru outfits. It really made my day when one of them actually recalled me once visit...

At 25, when you’re forced to act a little serious in life just to justify the virtue of the age, you tend to experience the blues of entering into the thirties. I’ll be lying if I say I ignore the becoming-older, be-serious fact and live each day like it’s the last, but I’ll be lying again if I say how badly I wanna stay in the carefree twenties all my life. It’s a funny situation how I work all day in the office, always wishing to be authoritative like a grown-up, but in the evening I might go to a college hang-out and giggle like a kid. With a pizza slice in hand, when you’re withdrawing at Buddy’s near St. Bede’s girls college, you wish; you too were one of those emo girls planning wild pranks on boys. However, now they’d rather entertain me like a teacher in the formals, wearing spectacles. Then, we thought of exams, now we’re forced to think about getting married, I never get what did these 5 years actually change. Then, I would have scribb...

A lovely evening began with a sudden 'run-into' union of a couple of old friends. Saying goodbyes after a heart-filled laughter gossip session, the evening moved on. Our legs took my friend and me to traverse the amazing road from Mall Road to Chaura Maidan. We were the perfect ambassadors of the campaign 'I love Shimla. I walk on foot'.  Catching up on what's new in life, being nostalgic about old times, cherishing sweet  memories and making new plans were some of the highlights of our 'walkie-talkie'! Oblivious of what awaits us, we sat at Barista sipping a good cup of coffee. The inclination to buy a few gifts took us from one shop to the other a while later. After the futile visits to the decorative shops we both concluded that buying a gift is one of the hardest tasks especially for the both of us! We finally decided to give a last try at the famous shopping market for tourists - Lakkar Bazaar. Looking at the same wooden stuff, nothing really appealed...