Helping Hands


Today on my way to a friend’s house, I saw something incredible. It may not have been something that gets covered by the media or gets printed in tomorrow’s paper. But it was beautiful in it’s own small way. Here’s what happened..

When I got off at the train station, I saw a little girl, with two pony tails, her luscious brunette hair bouncing, as she too got down from the train in her cute little yellow frock and squeaky black boots. She held her mother’s little finger tightly with her hand (it made her cute little hands look so small!)as she walked down in the same direction as I was headed. She laughed and squealed as she and her mother talked about some friend’s birthday that the girl was going to attend. She looked adorable and I couldn’t help but smile at how innocent and fun loving kids are!

Just then, the little girl ( let’s call her Angel) noticed a middle aged woman walking in front of her with a blind stick. She had never seen it before and naturally, with the inquisitive nature of a little child, she inquired about it to her mother. Her mother gently explained to her how some people cannot see and hence, require an aid to get them to the places they need to go to.

Angel was silent for a moment before she ran off leaving her mother’s hand towards the lady. Her mother ran behind her but stopped when she saw what her daughter was doing. What we both saw, her mother and me, was beautiful. Angel ran towards the blind lady and said, “Hello miss! My mummy tells me you cannot see. Here, my mummy and I will help you out” and she smiled, beckoning her mother to come. As her mother approached, she told her mom to hold the lady’s hand and lead her way, while she (Angel) would describe everything she saw to the lady so the she wouldn’t feel left out.

I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. I had never imagined that a child so small would think so deeply and would try and reach out to help the needy when she probably wasn’t even big enough to tie her shoelaces properly! It reflected on what a wonderful job her parents were doing on her upbringing and how the youth of tomorrow is so promising.

However, my main aim behind this blog is to encourage my readers out there to go a little out of their way, and help someone today. No matter how big or small the gesture. Just do it. It feels wonderful and you will make someone’s day a little bit better. Maybe help that old lady on the street with her grocery or that mother on the plane with an infant. Help that kid with his homework or just keep your neighborhood clean. From small to large, there is so much that can be done! Just look around, I’m pretty sure you will find someone in need of some help that you can provide. Believe me, the feeling is delightful.

If you are up for something a little bigger, I would like to make a sincere suggestion here. I’m pretty sure it won’t be too much of a trouble for you, but it will definitely make you a hero to someone for life – ORGAN DONATION. Yes. When someone dies, all of their healthy organs go a waste; when they could’ve actually saved a life desperately in need of it. So please, this is a humble request I want to make, go ahead and pledge your organs for organ donation. Save someone’s life and let the good deeds continue! Also, I’m 100% sure that if the future of our world is in the hands of children like Angel, We have nothing to worry about ๐Ÿ™‚ 

P.S: A sincere thank you for reading my article! Would love to hear from you guys. Don’t forget to hit the like button! ๐Ÿ˜‰


Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you so very much Lairai @lairaiwrites for nominating me for this wonderful award. It really means a lot to me and I really cannot thank you enough. ๐Ÿ™‚ pls do check her blog!

  • Show the award on your blog.
  • Thank the person that has nominated you.
  • Share 7 different facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 7 blogs of your choice.
  • Link your nominees and let them know of your nomination!

7 facts about me:

  1. One of the books closest to my heart is MATILDA by Roald Dahl. He is by far, one of my favourite authors. There was a charm with which he could capture the attention of little children. That needs a lot of talent. 
  2. Initially, I’d thought of getting a degree in literature and becoming an author but then somehow, I steered towards medical. I still don’t know how that happened!
  3. I love singing Taylor Swift songs out loud ๐Ÿ˜›
  4. I have one of the rarest blood groups in the world! 
  5. Warren Buffett is one of the persons I look up to for his hard work and dedication. He may not be from the same field of work as me, but his work is commendable anyways.
  6. I hate it when people spell words wrong. Somehow, it kind of gets on my nerves ๐Ÿ˜› (is that normal?)
  7. I recently started blogging and getting nominated for this award so early into it, really made my day. When I got to know, I literally danced around my room for an hour (I’m a bad dancer)  and couldn’t get the smile off my face till I slept. It’s probably still there ๐Ÿ˜‰

(Drum roll in the background) My 7 Nomintaions:-

      There you go you guys! I love you all a lot, everyone at WordPress, who has supported the writings of millions on this site! Appreciate it. Spread the love. ๐Ÿ™‚



      You know when you have one of those days where you’re just like – Too bored to study. Too bored to go for a walk. Too tired to do the dishes that have been piling up for a while (Yup. Probably my most hated chore :P) Basically, too tired to get out of bed! My primal solution? Cozy up under nice clean sheets (Boy! Don’t we all absolutely loooove the smell of washed sheets!), find a bag of chips, get hold of the remote control  and laugh your head off whilst watching whichever is your favourite sitcom on the tube (Yay!)

      Sitcoms, which is short for “situational comedies”, have been around for a while. Self-admittedly, I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about them when I was younger. Back then, it was mainly thick novels, outdoor sports or just homework. But the time I actually struck gold with this genre was when I started medical school about 2 years ago and was forced to live in a hostel. 

      All my other friends out there, who, like me, aren’t exactly party animals and don’t drink and dance their nights happily away (no offense), this gold mine is a boon. While the party goers and other people wonder what people like “us” do on Saturday nights and probably all of Sunday, here is your answer!

      Hostel life or life in general can become very stressful. There’s loads of competition that is just increasing with the passing time (read: cut-throat competition), too much work to be done in a day that makes 24hrs seem too less for such accomplishments and then there’s family and relationship commitments (yes, let out the breath that you are holding in my friend, we’re all going through the same thing. But life’s still beautiful! ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) With so much going on at the speed of lightning, no matter how much you try, you cannot do everything. You cannot finish everything you started. But that’s okay. Because, when you come back home from school or your job and just flop down on your couch, holding your head in your hands, that’s when the “the knight in shining armour” comes to your rescue!

      You switch on the television and there it is, your favourite sitcom making your anxiety and stress melt away without you even realising it. And before you know, you are going to bed with a smile on your face, ready to face another day..

      There are many genres out there – romance, revenge, horror, fiction, detective stuff and much more. But for me, sitcoms do the job. No matter what your choice, you are bound to get a good laugh and it’s a no brainer that laughter is the best stress buster.  

      Their secret is probably this – they slowly relax you with a great start up and then twine their way into the humor. When you follow a series religiously, you will find yourself living another parallel world – the world of the series you are watching. You can actually imagine yourself being there, feeling happy and sad with them. Plus, they don’t fool you by only showing you happily ever afters.They softly put forth some of the best lessons of life and teach you that it’s okay to not be okay.

      This can do wonders for you for the simple reason that it let’s you be in your own space for a while, allows you to have your own interpretations without feeling overwhelmed by people’s judgement of your choice (if you felt that Rachel, from friends should’ve understood Ross when he said “they were on a break”, that’s okay! If you felt otherwise, that’s okay too!) In this overtly judgy world, having to get your own opinion without other people’s voices barging in to trash your thoughts, sitcoms sure come to the rescue.

      This isn’t all. They also become a great topic of conversation when you are with someone and don’t know what to say. Many relationships start over the liking for a similar show ๐Ÿ˜‰ They are like common ground, knitting people together across the world. Sometimes, We get so involved (at least I do! :P) that when a particular series gets over, you don’t know what do with your life anymore. You feel lost, like that parallel life of yours just ended forever. But then, something magical happens, and another series catches your eyes. There you are, reborn again, in another story, living another life. It’s a vicious cycle, really. But definitely worth a shot.

      Speaking praises for sitcoms, what I feel shouldn’t go unnoticed is the efforts these guys put in for us. It’s not easy to make someone laugh. It takes a lot of hard work, which also includes not laughing when they are shooting the funny scenes and trying their best to keep a straight face when someone falls down a flight of stairs or slips and falls in a pool. Phew! Must take a lot of work. I can’t ever think of such scenes without breaking into a laugh. It takes big guts to be okay with people laughing at you instead of laughing with you, and there’s a lot of difference in the two. I truly salute these heroes of mine, who, in a place of hurt and sorrow, are the sprinklers of happiness and joy. Keep it up guys. And my lovely readers, keep laughing and be happy. That is the only secret to a wonderful life ๐Ÿ™‚

      P.S: Don’t stop working hard on your true dreams in life. Sitcoms are just anxiety melters, use them as ladders to a bigger, stress-free success, don’t making completing a series the only motive of life. Cheers! Also, I would love to thank @lairaiwrites for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Means a lot to me. If you guys have any suggestions or comments about my blogs, I would love to hear from you. So do leave a comment and I shall happily respond. And yes, hit the like button! Have a great day ahead ๐Ÿ™‚

      Lost and Found


      This story is a fictional one that I came up with. I have tried my best to convey the feelings and I hope you all enjoy it. Comments and suggestions are welcome ๐Ÿ™‚

      (The story is by the POV of Jessica Thompson.)

      It was the night of 15th July, 1994. The rain was getting stronger and the winds were getting wilder. The windowpanes rattled fearfully as the harsh weather outside threatened to break and enter. As the thunder roared, I shuddered and quickly duck my head under the pillow. I had always been afraid of the lightning and the thunder. The uneasy feeling would only go away when my mother would hug me tight, saying it was alright and I’d find solace. But tonight was different. My parents were out for a party of a friend and would be back late into the night. It was only my elder sister, Melanie and me in this big, quiet house…

      Knock! Knock! I heard someone knock at my bedroom door. With all the stories I’d heard in school about small children being taken away by monsters and ghosts left me too paralyzed to go and answer the door. I squeezed the pillow tighter against my ears to make the knocking go away. A few seconds later, I heard the door knob click open. I shivered with fear. That’s when I felt a hand on my back and a familiar voice call out my name. I slowly lifted the pillow off my head to see who it was. The relief I felt when I saw my sister’s face was tremendous. I sat up in bed, giving her a tight hug and sobbing loudly. “Shhh…Don’t be afraid” she said. “I’m right here. Have these cookies.” She offered me a plate of my favourite chocolate chip cookies and a glass of warm milk. I ate as she fed me the cookies, cutting them into small pieces so that I could eat properly. I was eight years old at the time and I had a loose tooth. I had to eat all my food in small portions so that I would be in less pain. I couldn’t wait for the tooth fairy to get me another present when my incisor would fall. 

      We talked and laughed as we gobbled up the cookies. I was always in awe of my sister. She was just a year older to me, but she sure took care of me and behaved as though she was 14 or something. I loved her a lot. Amidst all the fun, I forgot about the rains outside. But it still hadn’t stopped raining. A few hours later, as my sister tucked me into bed, the phone rang. When she didn’t come back for a long time, I went downstairs to check on her. She was sitting by the phone, crying miserably. I ran towards her, asking what had happened. I couldn’t console her and I was worried what was wrong. She sobbed uncontrollably…

      I sat there by her side, feeling helpless and not knowing what to do. That’s when she calmed down a bit, and sat up, straight against the wall. She gently held me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. Her beautiful hazel nut brown eyes were all red and sore from the crying. She took a deep breath before she said, “Jess, there’s something I need to tell you. I don’t know how to handle this myself, we have nowhere to go and so, I’m going to put this in the simplest way possible. Mom and dad met with an accident on their way home from the party a…and…The po…police had called…Mmm…Mom and are never coming back.” And she broke into a cry again. I just sat there in front of her, dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to do or say. I mean, there had to be a mistake, right? How could this happen to us? Other than my parents, We had nobody. My parents were the only kids of their parents and out grandparents were dead. How could our parents leave us just like that? We were so small! There was so much I wanted them to know…I wanted to tell them how much I loved them. Everything was over.

      After a while, the police came and spoke to the neighbours. On learning that we didn’t have any relatives to go to, they took us to a foster home. Too little to take in so much of trauma at a time, we just stood there, with our small bags in our hands. The lady police had packed in our clothes, a few toys and some other things she thought we would need. As the police investigator talked to the lady who was head at the foster home, another frail old lady smiled and escorted us to our room.

      What we went through at that time is nothing I can ever explain. Nor something that anyone will ever understand. We hugged and cried for days and nights on end. We didn’t eat properly. Ms. Ann, the head of the foster home, told us all will be okay. How would it?! We had lost the one thing we had, the one thing we loved more than anything else. The one thing, that was our own…

      A few days later, a couple came and adopted Melanie. We both cried and tugged and pushed and cried some more..I didn’t want her to go. She was the only family I had left. I didn’t want to be alone. But I didn’t have a choice. The couple didn’t want me. I had to let go, once again, and I had to learn to live with it. 

      About two months after my sister was adopted, a couple from New York adopted me. They were wonderful people, Ariel and Jeremy Thompson. Though I couldn’t ever really get over the lightning that had struck over my life, they tried their very best to make me smile. They took me out for vacations, put me in a great school, gave me delicious food to eat and wonderful clothes to wear. They were the perfect parents. They didn’t have kids of their own and slowly, I started warming up to them.
      The years passed by and I got used to them. Though the ache and memory of my parents never went away, I was finally happy again. Their companionship was probably all I needed. However, I never got to know the name of the people who took my sister or where she lived. I never saw her after that day. “Your parents estate and money has been divided among the both of you. Please sign here.” the lawyer told me. I used that money to get into law school.

      Now, 22 years after the incident that changed my life forever, I, Jessica Thompson, am a new lawyer. I just got accepted into Gavin Letter’s law firm  the most prestigious law firm that is there in New York (fictional, again). When the acceptance letter came in a month ago, my happiness knew no bounds. I had finally achieved something in life! My parents (I eventually got comfortable calling them that) were ecstatic. They got me a new car as a gift so that I could travel to work. I was going to work there as an intern to get some experience. 

      When I reached there, I was in awe. The place buzzed with phone calls and some of the most famous lawyers wearing their black coats, talking to their clientele were present. It was like seeing my dream actually come true! Right before my eyes! After a brief meeting with Gavin Letter himself, he assigned me to work under one his most promising employee-Mary Ann Miller

      Straightening up, I brushed my skirt and walked into her office. As soon as I saw her, there was a warm feeling that swept across me. She reminded me of someone-those hazel nut eyes had the same warmth and motherly affection that I once knew too well. She guided me around and was great to work with. 

      A week after I joined, there was going to be an international lawyers meet in London which was going to be attended by the who’s who of the profession. Gavin selected 4 interns to go for the meet, as a golden opportunity to learn and make connections. I was one one of them. Our guided were to go with us so Mary Ann came along. 

      London is a beautiful place, no doubt. So, Mary Ann and I decided to go a week before the meet and go site-seeing. And should I tell you, that week, was again one of those instances that changed my life forever.

      The week of vacationing in London was bliss. We went shopping, We talked like the Brits, We saw all the great places and destinations and had all the great food. Slowly, We became close. In fact, we kind of became the best of friends. We talked about everything possible.

      On one fine evening, when the sky was clear and the air was fresh, we decided to go to a park that was there just outside our hotel. We sat there, watching the kids play with their parents. My heart ached at the site. I longed to see my parents one last time, one last chance….to say I love you. A tear drop rolled down my cheek as I sat there, thinking of all the good times we had as a family. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I had to let it out of my system. I decided to talk to Mary Ann about it…

      I narrated everything that had happened with me – our family, how we were perfect and how one rainy night had changed everything. I was starting to cry but also felt a lot better that I had finally let it out of my system as I reached in my purse, I pulled out an old picture I had, of us, as a family when we had been to Miami for a summer vacation. I still remember that day on the beach. It was the best day of my life. After I finished my story, I wiped my eyes with my handkerchief and looked up at Mary Ann’s face. 

      Her face was pale as that of a ghost’s and she just sat there – frozen. Her lips were slightly parted, as though she wanted to say something. For literally 5 minutes, she didn’t even blink. “What’s wrong?” I asked nervously. It was a moment before she finally said something. “Are…Are you allergic to strawberries?” She asked. “Ummm, yes?” I smiled nervously. That was it. She hugged me and started crying. Sobbing actually. This went on for a while. I didn’t know what I had done or said that made her cry. 

      When she calmed down and let go of me, she had the biggest grin on her face. This is what she had to say – “Jess, you have no idea how happy I am today! It’s like I have finally found my purpose for which I was still alive. I guess you haven’t understood yet. It’s me! Mel! God! Have you grown up into a beautiful lady!” 

       I looked at her, confused. Melanie?  What did she mean? Her name was Mary Ann and she had blonde hair in contrast to the chest nut brown hair that my sister, Melanie had. What was she talking about? That’s when she explained it all…

      After she had been adopted my the Miller’s, Melanie had been very sad. Because she had to leave me behind, she wouldn’t eat, sleep or do anything. Months went by but not much changed. Soon, her father got transferred to California for his job. When they moved, her mom spoke to her about it all. She assured Melanie that I would be fine and that she would take her to visit me in her next vacation. Even though she agreed, she was still suffering from depression. That’s when Melanie decided that it wasn’t fair for her new parents, who were doing so much to keep her happy and see her smile to have to see Melanie depressed. So, she thought that probably, changing her looks and name would help her start afresh and be happy, just to see her parents happy. That’s where the name Mary Ann and the blonde hair came in. This helped her in a big way and her performance in school slowly improved. But the next vacation, when her mom brought her down to the foster home as promised, she didn’t find me. I had been adopted by then and the new head of the foster home refused to reveal any information. She thought she had lost me forever. Sadly, she had gone back home, only to study for becoming a lawyer, becoming one, working at Gavin Letter’s firm and listening to my story today. She had finally found me. I, had finally found her.

      My happiness knew no bounds. We both hugged each other and cried, happy tears this time. Travelling together to London had helped us improve our relationship with each other. It helped us knit our relation close enough for me to open up to her. Our companionship had gotten stronger, which helped me find my sister who had been with me all along. 

      I finally felt complete again. My family was complete again. I’m pretty sure our parents must be happy, wherever they may be. I lost what I had, but I was just glad that I’d found it again. And I was never going to let go…

      Special Sundays..


      It’s been lightly drizzling all morning, with a beautiful rainbow in the sky, making you wonder of the amazing creations of the one who wears the royal purple robes.

      Sitting by the window, seeing the raindrops trickle down the glass and dancing in their own funny way, it has a calming effect on ones mind. For the more imaginative ones out there, you can actually see the raindrops race against one another to see who reaches down first, sometimes cheating and coalescing with another drop to glide down faster.

      Sipping away at my chocolate milkshake, it’s been a very lazy Sunday morning. But I kind of enjoy it too. Sitting like this doing nothing actually surprises you as to how much is actually going on in your mind. All the thoughts that get suppressed in the everyday traffic and deadline completions suddenly start bubbling out of that cauldron that is your mind.

      Sundays are my favourite. There’s a reason to it too. Not only is that the one day you don’t have to work or go to college but it is also the one and only day you can give yourself the liberty to do what your heart desires. I have a term for it-Sundry  Sundays. Yup. Sundry because no Sunday of two individuals can ever be alike. Some, like me, spend it whiling away their time while others complete their unfinished work. While the elite society may attend sophisticated “brunches” and gossip away about who has an affair with whom, the regular person or someone with a tight budget may find a one day job to earn that extra amount of cash. Some may prefer staying indoors, probably cooking for the family and having a small family reunion while the adventurous sole may think it best to go trekking or find some fun thing to do outdoors. 
      Watching movies, candle light dinners with your loved one, learning a new sport, bonding with friends and family, singing like you have no worries in the world, cooking up a storm, or just sleeping it in after a hectic week-Sunday is that one day of the week that prevents a majority of us from going over the edge and crossing over to “insanity land”(literally!) It helps us channelise our energy to that one thing we love most but can’t do for the rest of the week because of all the work and errands we have to run. Sundays help you find yourself and know what you really are because you go crazy again-starting Monday!(laughs).

      Because they come at the end of every week, they may not seem like much but trust me, Sunday is the most individualized day in itself. You can customize it as you like, sometimes, making it the best day of somebody’s life by spending it with them. So spend every Sunday like a minication and make it worth the wait.

      How do you guys like to spend your Sundays? ๐Ÿ™‚

      The Blanket of Emeralds


      With the trees and shrubs and all greenery vanishing fast from the Earth’s surface, this seemed like a pretty appropriate topic to talk about.

      Don’t cut trees!“, “Reduce pollution!“, “We won’t survive in this environment for long if we don’t take care of it“…we’ve all heard this.  Some pay heed. While others, just “bleh” the shouts. But somewhere deep down in our hearts, we too feel that scare slowly coming close to reality (just like any woman feels the scare of her soon to come wrinkles). Most of us have studied environmental sciences in school but somehow, it’s no surprise that we aren’t really doing much about the current situation either.

      I realized this horrifying truth when I saw something today..The place where I am currently studying was not exactly my dream place. But there was something about it that made me stay-the greenery, the peace, the feeling of being close to heaven itself.

      The entire campus was full of all sorts of trees, shrubs, bushes, grass and what not. The air was always crisp, the temperature always just right, and an overall pleasant feel. In a way, it felt like a mini Amazon forest to me [let’s not forget that earth has an Amazon which is not an online site ;-)].

      It always felt good to go for a walk, letting the air play with my hair, brushing gently against my body and softly kissing my cheek. For us city folks here, this is a little difficult to imagine. But just close your eyes on a breezy day and take in a deep breath of the air…you may be able to get an idea of what I want to convey.

      Being away from the city in such a place did wonders for my body and mind. It helped me calm down and really give my life a thought. Trust me, nature never gives up on us. But somehow, we gave up on it.

      This heaven of a place has a small temple up a hill. Not much pomp, just a small hut like thing. But trust me, the view you get from there of the plains down, is what really takes your breath away! The plush greens looked as though someone had laid down a blanket of rich deep green emeralds on the ground…(imagine the beauty of such a scenery!)

      Trust me, it looked like the richest place on earth. No amount of money can ever buy the beauty and treasures that nature calls it’s own. 

      But after about a year, when I went back to that hilltop, something had changed. The blanket of Emerald that once adorned the plains, now had tears and holes in it. Tears and holes, in the form of infrastructure and industry. The magic just wasn’t there anymore. Nature had been robbed of its most possessed jewelry..

      We don’t realize what we have lost until we do. But is that the only way? Can we not realize what we have and just never let go? The increasing construction everywhere around in the name of development also ruined the air once crisp, reducing it to stale sighs of nature. It isn’t happy anymore, it isn’t “it’s okay, We have plenty of trees  left” anymore. Cause we don’t.

      The nature that fed us is sure not receiving thanks for her efforts. It’s time we realized that. It’s time we understood that just having to imagine the cool fresh breeze and the music of chirping birds and only seeing it in the virtual world won’t be so much fun someday. Like we miss our loved ones whom we loose, we’ll miss all of this as well and it will never be the same again..

      So let’s just take a moment to consider all of this. Let’s take a pledge to bring about a change. So that, the next time you think of visiting a hill station for it’s beauty, you won’t have to look beyond your very own gate. We can still bring back what we have lost. We can still stitch up those holes in the emerald blanket. Remember, A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE.. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Just About Everything…

      The experience of writing something, maybe for a purpose or just for the mere pleasure, is a feeling indescribable in itself. The adrenaline rush that is felt by any writer when a fresh idea splashes across ones mind is a feeling I suppose every writer cherishes with all his heart.

      Sometimes the ideas just flow. While on other occasions, a writer’s block could be your worst nightmare. But that is what really makes the journey worthwhile. Knowing that somebody out there is reading your piece of effort and gaining happiness is only encouragement to write more. And that is exactly what I plan on doing..

      With no specific topics to write about, I plan on taking on subjects that intrigue me the most or probably even amaze me the least. Just a thought on the small things in life, things that could change your outlook completely. This is just the beginning…and I hope I come up with many fascinating topics to write about. ๐Ÿ™‚