Anecdotes and Realizations

 Wait, listen to my "Influencer" talk : Hey guys! I know I haven't been posting many happy posts, and I am so sorry (though no one reads the blog)! I promise I will do that from now on! (I probably won't). Love, love! (Why two times?????) Anyways.  My desk is a dark wood, would love to find out which wood if anyone knows. It is a little shorter than my armspan(don't want to take out the scale). Where I sit it's empty below with a bar for my feet. On the left side there are four drawers, all with their own opinions.  The first one is relatively easy to open and close and I put the laptop there. The second drawer is stubborn, it has all the pens, maps, pencils, sketches and once you open it , it takes a certain charisma and peace of mind to close it. When I'm annoyed I bang it which just irritates you more as the drawer says - 'Come rey! Break your head only!' The third one is even harder so I put the reference books there. The bottom one is 'The...

 Number 3 This is my reading/study lamp. It is from IKEA.  Reminds of a butler.  I gave up on IKEA after my first trip to that maze. Like a thriller . But they do have good products.  Once you are in,it takes a while to get out. So, I haven't gone after the first time. My mother went two or three times after. One trip, Mama  brought back 2 lamps. One black one and one white one. I immediately took to the black one. It is sleek and modern. The white seemed bulky. And a problem we discovered later was it kept falling off its stand.  In action Something interesting about this lamp is that when you touch the bulb it doesn't burn. It isn't hot. I don't know why I was touching the bulb in the first place. It also provides support for the comic books I have in the window sill. It is very useful. Before, I had to get up from my comfortable reading position to switch off the light 5 metres(Blogger says it is meters ! What an outrage) away! You're laughing, but it is...

 Number 2.  This is kind of a reversed puppet. You pull from the bottom not the top.  Celebration! I will just be here !  When we were around 7 or 8 , Mansi went with her family to Goa. She returned with two of these  contraptions. One orange and one pink. We sat on her brown sofa with the black markings, and she gave me the orange one. I was irate. How could she keep pink for herself? I stayed mum at the time. It has been hanging on this door for 5 years now. It hasn't aged well. Clearly. 

 History is one of my favourite subjects. Perhaps I took to it as a challenge initially, to like something everyone hates. To stand out. Anyways, history is everywhere. Its a story to be told. Each item in my room has its own unique history. So, when I'm down with ideas, this seems to be something fun to do.  First item is this:  In the window sill, next to Lucky Luke The story is behind it is not very intricate but I love it. We when to Hyderabad Lit Fest, not sure which year. 2019 I think. At the posterior end of the fest, there was the art and paintings section. There was a man , a salesman and a young man of around 22. He was disabled and was thus painting these elaborate paintings with his feet. I looked at the collection of paintings. The one I liked was of a young girl in a red dress and a straw hat with a red umbrella sheltering her and her cat. It reminded me of Maya. And I think it was hopeful. Anyways, Mama was looking to buy something for Biren and wife for th...