The lean girl diaries.....

The last day of my first academic year in Delhi, more specifically the last exam was on my birthday. I have so many beautiful memories of that day and so many beautiful people to be thankful for,  that it’s impossible for me to describe it.  So I’ll keep it simple It was my birthday and I had my core paper exam. I couldn’t care less,  so I studied a little less. My roommates wished me at 12 am and I got a bunch of wishes. After probably a three hour sleep, I woke up to everyone in the planet putting my weird pictures as their WhatsApp statuses. I got a couple of gifts.  I went to write the paper,  came back, shifted my things to my new apartment. I got ready, went out with my gang who made me feel like a princess. I also had a friend who shared my birthday. We celebrated, had good food,  went to India Gate (because why not?). We sang, we danced, played some weird running game till late into the night and also partied in our Uber. We came back,  my fr...

I tried to make Delhi my place, but coming from Kerala my heart just couldn’t get what it wanted – until I found these places of mine. College mandated participation in either NSS, NCC or NSO – it was an easy decision for me to choose NSS and participate in any of the NGOs under the social service scheme. When I applied and got picked for Vardaan, the senior citizens center,  I never thought I was going to find myself a niche in that somewhat old building that was nothing but common. With all the Dadas and Dadis telling their stories and sharing fond memories,  I have no idea how time went. Over the course of an year,  I had eye opening experiences that made me analyse my attitude towards my own grandmother, some tearful farewell and some heartwarming affectionate moments. Most of the residents there have memory issues but their love overpowers even that and they still remember the volunteers' faces.  Not just the residents , even their caretakers have a special b...