Official StoryTelling
Bio
The song, the notebook and the letter; I am an official story teller.
Stories (4/0)
If I knew Then
If I knew then what I know now, college would have gone a lot differently... Half a decade ago, while I was pursuing my masters degree in Human Resources, I thought I had it all figured out. I had my textbooks, my class assignments and good enough grades to get me through college. I was confident enough to land a job via campus placements and voila, I did. I was all set to lead a comfortable life and a good enough corporate career. If you have sensed a ‘but’ in this account, it is because there is one, if not many.
By Official StoryTelling3 years ago in Education
My House
Baby squealed when the fireworks began, bringing my attention to her laying cuddled in my arms. Her eyes, widened in excitement, reflected the Diwali celebrations outside. The two of us were the only ones inside the house. I didn’t want Baby anywhere near the crackers, even though the ones we had bought weren’t over the top loud. Besdes, it gave me a reason to stay inside because I was one scaredy cat when it came to fireworks. I remember being afraid of the noise as a child and the fear that one would come hurtling in my direction. A cracker that is, not a child. And so I stayed inside with Baby. Although looking down at her face I think she would have been perfectly fine outside. She’s certainly braver than her sister. Everyone at the orphanage calls me Sister. Everyone except Baby because she can’t talk yet. And we still haven’t decided on a name for her. When she came to us, she was wrapped in a tiny blue blanket and for some reason I wanted to call her Blue. Blue for the blanket, Blue for the color of her eyes and Blue for the sadness that engulfed the house she had been dropped outside of. This house. My house. The Orphanage. But we soon discovered that Blue was no sad baby. She quickly became the life of the place, slowly and steadily dispelling the perpetual darkness that shrouded this place. She managed to do in days what I had been unable to in the past many years; make the other children happy. I don’t know if someone’s ever said that smiling is like riding a bike, but it is. Even if years of penury will make you lose your smile, it will come back instantly when life gives you a reason to do so. And it’s like you never stopped smiling.
By Official StoryTelling3 years ago in Families