Onam plus Italian Lessons

Hai miei cari amici, Sono così felice di scriverti il mio compleanno! O sorry it’s Italian… and it means, “Hai my dear friends, I am so happy to write to you on my birthday!” Few minutes ago I was talking to Poula…So that’s why tongue dropped Romans language… Poula is a 83 year old lady from Rome, Italy… she was dreaming about a vaction in the largest democracy… so we added her to our family… everybody is  happy to be with her… even though she sleeps at a nearby hotel… she will be ready at our doorstep every morning… with a smile and a big Ciao (Hallo)… and spends rest of the day with our family… For all of us at home its time to taste the language of Romans…
It’s so beautiful to be alive these days… Had lots of joy, fun and also tears… It was a hard decision for me… but atlast I said Quit… hmm now am free and wants to move on…
Onam this time was superb… Organized two day celebrations at parish by name Onanilavu ’10 under the banner of Youth Movement… for the first time in ma life I visited all those family units in ma parish and talked to them… Dad’s brothers are also here on their vacation… its great to see ma sisters after almost a year…Memories of Lunch on Onam day and dinner on the next day fills my mouth with water… Alas! Onam Days are gone…:(
I am 23 now and today am having a voluntary free day… This year I got good birthday Holidays… A wonderful mallout on Thursday and on yesterday we were in an amusement park… wowwwwwwwww………………… It was awesome…. O’ its time to say bye… will be back with more soon! A presto!

LAMENTATIONS

Eyes are wet… that’s sure… how should I ventilate these painful feelings… heart is aching… no idea where should I move towards… its eazy to say quit but I am scared to do that, considering the responses life has given me these days… I am not calling anyone responsible for these situations…. Its life and I should face it… But one thing is sure now… nobody is with me…. People who I loved… cared… and gave a hand when they were in the pit. In other words am just alone…
I am not reading books, not watching TV, even not calling anyone… I am just finding myself inside those four walls of my room… sitting in the corner… facing down…my right hand supporting the chin… and chanting ‘darkness is comfortable’…