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The OGs know that this yellow paint is sprouted from a van-goghish theme. The 2 OGs that I have here. So here’s something that Gogh said in a letter to his brother Theo in 1889, “I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away”. Now you must think that this is going to be another one of those letters with a tone of depression. Well, it’s not. Because I’ve been told we all thrive on positivity. There’s enough negativity in our lives, right? That’s why you’re here. Or you’re here to find familiarity in the lows that I have in my life or feel better that atleast your lows are not worse than my lows? Don't worry, this is just to say that if you’re new here, you might as well go and look at the 1st sip and find out why it’s called yellow paint and not blue paint.
Before I start today’s blither, I would like to bring the focus to you, sweet pea. Here’s a reminder that a woman sitting in front of her laptop trying to churn words out of her stomach, who is no other than yours truly, is proud of how far you have come. All those battles, crazy storms, anxious nights that you have endured are to be celebrated & cheered on. So just imagine a tiny cold hand, more like fingertips (touch issues) patting on your head in the gentlest, warmest way possible. Okay, doggie? Sorry, dear reader. :D I’ve finished watching the latest comicstaan season and all I can do these days is create unbearable humor for people around me. Well guess what, you’re stuck with me bitches! But seriously, you did good, proud of you, I’ll send you flowers too if you want me to? Here’s my UPI - dontbeafool@oknotok. How will I ever be taken seriously? You tell me.
It’s 7 in the morning & the woman sitting in front of her laptop trying to churn words out of her stomach has a bowl of hot water by her side. She’s dipping a cloth in the bowl and patting it on to her left eye as she looks outside to the drizzling rain from her living room with one eye. As Swanand Kirkire’s Khoya-khoya chand plays on her Alexa she can’t help but think how this song is the theme track of her present life. Imagine a mellow husky voice singing these lyrics to you:
“Kyun khoye khoye chand ki firaaq mein, talaash mein, udaas hai dil
Kyun apane aap se khafa khafa jara jara saa naaraaj hai dil
Yeh manzilein bhi khud hi tay kare,
Yeh faasalein bhi khud hi tay kare
Kyun toh rasto pe phir seham seham sanbhal sanbhal ke chalta hai ye dil”
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Now one might wonder why the woman sitting in front of her laptop trying to churn words out of her stomach has a bowl of hot water by her side? That’s because she has developed a stye in her eye. A pimple on the edge of the eye. Sometimes I feel my life and my reactions & responses to life are on some kind of a display. Like a show being aired on Netflix. Okay fine, Youtube? The viewers who watch this show mostly go like, “haha sucker! you got fucked again!” So yes, I’m at that stage of my life when every monstrosity is comical to me. Maybe that’s how comics are made? Maybe I’ll also be a comic one day. I see you laughing there.
It had been a long while since I was craving to take a trip for myself. So at the beginning of this month I decided to go chill out in Dalhousie for a few days. So here’s what’s going to happen. I’ll tell you the story of this short trip & towards the end of it, you’ll be pointing at your screen as saying something something. Cue to the bold text in the paragraph above this.
Fifty minutes into the ride, our car broke down. Imagine. Waiting for a trip to the hills, counting days for it rather and on the T day it rains like a river, making the car behave like an annoying little prick and all this in the middle of a busy highway. Luckily, since we were in Punjab and folks there are mostly helpful, they helped us bring the broken down car to the side. There was also a tiny little shop in that no-man-land. The good folks there helped us find a mechanic and I unhooked my bra in the meantime. Yes, in that order. I was suffocating. When are we discarding wearing bras completely? I want to know.
Since our car broke down, we had to take a detour to the service center and spend the night in a city we weren’t planning to stay in. So one day of the three was wasted from my break. We spent a whole lot of extra bucks to book the hotel and a zoom car and pay the service center for the broken down car. Are you already saying something you were supposed to say at a later point in time of this story? I don’t blame you. The next two days were beautiful and compensated in ways that I think about the two days much more than the days that bookended it. I am lying. I’m writing a whole ass blog about what went wrong, du oh. But yeah, the two days in Dalhousie did give me the breather I was looking for. And I have compiled the breather in this sweet video. Have a look?
No.
Don’t read further.
Go look at the video first.
Rest of the letter won’t make sense otherwise.
How did you like the video? Yeah, I love it too. I was obviously not going to put my personal stuff on Youtube. On instagram, I sure will.
That was my time guys, thanks!
I wrote this a few days back when I was at a relatively very happy place. I am so sick right now at this moment i.e. 11:43 pm on 31st July. And at an extremely dark place. But this makes me happy & even with my sickness I wanted to send this off. I wished to share some lovely recommendations with you to hang on to for the days to come. I might share those early in August. Think of me, I want to be able to see the light. (fingers crossed)
Looking for light
Riti