Anecdote #1

I would like to start by stating this very well known proverb that an idle mind is a devil's workshop. It yearns to work and think so that it can explore and fathom the depths of creativity. I will be penning or in this case typing my amusing life experiences. I feel that writing relieves stress and a lot of negativity which persists in the human mind, so here i am to relieve my stress in hopes that I can relieve some of yours too! Here we go with the first post.

I started the day by waking up at 8:30 AM which is not bad timing for me. I got ready by 10 and you must be wondering what took so long and the answer to that is, honestly I don't know how it takes so long. I have a general theory about time. Time flies. It is like the ocean, sometimes the waves are so harsh that they drain out all the hope you have and sometimes it is so smooth that you feel nothing but pure bliss and tranquility.
I had plans with my paternal grandmother , who I  most lovingly call 'Dadi,' to go to the mall. The previous day ,we had a conversation on spending quality time together, I called dibs on going somewhere like a garden so that I could focus on writing peacefully but I  could hear the reluctance in her voice. We decided to go to the mall. So by 12:15 PM Dadi and I were in the car ready to explore the mall. Well not really, I just wanted to pick some stuff, have lunch and leave. That was the plan.
Before I could walk into the store I liked, Dadi wanted to check out some bags at this cool store which ideally, in my opinion is for youngsters. I do appreciate her enthusiasm but at the same time I find it extremely funny. I can just feel the laughter which is about erupt from my belly. The salespeople try to catch my eye but the fact is that their customer is the swanky old lady with the boy cut and leather purse. To my utter surprise Dadi ji didn't like anything and we got to shop for me.  We finished in about an hour and by that time my shoe started biting me. So there I was half limping and with half of my foot out of the shoe trying to look for pots for my Dadi. She is a nature lover and when I was a kid she would help me climb trees. A few days back one of her acquaintances identified me as, 'The Kid Who Used To Climb Trees,' which was a little unpleasant as I was walking on the road and somewhere out of the blue this is what I get in exchange of a pleasant greeting.
We reached back home by 3 ( which a total guess because again , I lost track of time) and I resorted to watching television when in the evening I couldn't help but think about something.
I have always wanted to write something and put it out there for people to read and share but somehow I never did it. Today was the day I took the plunge and perhaps it was a decision I would have never taken without the support of my parents. My mother who spent all of today's evening giving me inputs and ideas and my father who gave me all the inputs relating to the technological aspects over the phone.  Here it is my friends, my first post and I better hope it is not the last.