Writing a post

When I feel low I write a post on my blog which makes me emotionally strong.

Do you feel the same or differ?

It is an art!

“I dry the clothes on strings in a particular manner. All the towels in one line, all the suits in one line, all the socks in one line! There is always a symmetry and rhythm in which I dry clothes. You know, Chandrika it is an art!” Mrs.‘I’ told me.

Do you agree or disagree with her that drying clothes on strings is an art?

End of the movie!

“End of the movie!” A little kid spoke so loud in the theatre hall that it was audible to me with four rows of seats in between. He uttered these words as the screen became black for a few seconds between the advertisements during the interval.

End of the blog. ;) Popcorns and coke time! :) This is 275th post. :)

Wrong side, RIGHT!

On critical examination of my suit, I realised that I must discard it from my wardrobe as the chikankari embroidery had frayed as well as the orange color print had faded. I was sitting in waiting lounge hence a little bit free to think about such things.

My dupatta flipped from the gust of air from the ceiling fan as someone who just entered the lounge switch it on. I noticed that I have draped it from wrong side, uneven threads were clearly visible. I rectified my mistake. To my surprise, the suit was stitched with wrong side of embroidery on right side of the suit as poorly and roughly finished ends of threads have lose ends on the right side.

I did my Masters in Clothing and Textiles and my thesis work was on creating innovative designs of embroidery on woman’s garments like saree, suit, gown, lengha etc.

Do you think it’s my life’s biggest mistake or there are still more chances that I can make sillier mistakes?

Photo (Top) : Wrong side of embroidery
Photo (Below) : Right side of embroidery

Starring without blinking!

Filling the form, I looked up and noticed that instead of looking at his computer; Mr. ‘H’ was starring me. I forwarded the paper towards him but he was continuously staring me without blinking. His gaze was absolutely fixed on me.

Should I ask him to blink otherwise he will spoil his eyes or should I allow him to stare me forever and ever without blinking?

Potato chips

He opened the sachet of potato chips. He nibbled; she cried more.

Is it veg or non veg?

My novel

Guys, I am working on a novel. It is mere a collection of my weird thoughts. I am hell confused what should be the end of my novel.

Should it be normal happy ending or some unique ending but not a happy one?