My first blog

Hmm, so here I am. Having created a blog months back, today I actually got around to try posting an article. So what do I write about. I think I will just go with the flow and not limit myself to any genre ranging from the humorous to the serious. This way I might just find my forte. Just realising I am just penning my thoughts. So hmm, since we jut crossed it, let me write about Valentines day. My earliest memories of Valentines day dates back to Chennai when the Archies shops sprung up all over the place. My sister used to spend little fortunes buying inconsequentials in the name of gifts for all her friends mostly momentoes. I always wondered why isnt that she could not buy something more useful than a 2 inch puffy doggy sitting on a golden chair or a little teddy bear with the I love you sprawled across its chest. She was the pampered in the family. almost like she was born to be cuddled and cooed all her life and the trend continues till date. Ha, dont get me wrong, no sibling rivalry here, cause I was one of the major cuddlers then and now. Anyways, talking about sisters, aint I glad I have one albeit a little selfish but mostly loving one, a little sister cum part daughter, she has a great sense of humour and can light up my most bluish days. I remember driving off with her on my Kinetic (I used to be a little rash in those days with my driving), and she holding on for dear life and us missing a paan spit just as we overtook a bus and her remarking with much valour "Justi missi". Today when I see my daughters I hope they share the same camraderie that I do with my sis. Today she is all grown up and responsible (nah, whom am I kidding) but she is still the same old sis who rushed and hid her face in my dress when I did the dark room, blanket over face and torch below monster.