Winter Delight

Christmas carols, hot chocolate, lights and candy canes are some things that make this time of the year special. One thing that would make this season even more special is snow. I have always pictured a white Christmas, snowmen and snowball fights, but sadly I have never had an opportunity to be in snow or experience it firsthand.

The closest I have been to snow was on a mountain in Switzerland, but that was more ice than snow, and I don’t even know if that counts.

But every winter themed movie has it’s different twist on snow, sometime it appears to be soft and gentle, with each snowflake beautifully created, no less than a professional masterpiece. And other time, its just white balls falling from the sky, hitting people in their faces.

With the changing and unconstant Socal weather, true winter is hard to fully experience. But, winter has a different meaning to us. We remember it as a season with hope, and it never fails to still bring a smile on my face.

 

Merry winter!

Ashna Paul

Festival of Lights

I am always pumped up and excited at this time of the year. Not only is this season full of holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, but it also is a time when many Indian festivals are celebrated.

Diwali is one of the biggest and most celebrated festivals in India and is also my favorite. It is also known as the Indian New Year.

Every year, I wait impatiently for this to come, and as it comes closer and closer, an excitement sparks inside me.

But after having lived in India for most of my childhood and celebrating all the Indian festivals there, it feels quite different celebrating them here in the United States. Celebrating it over there was totally different and lots of fun with family and friends.

On Diwali, we dressed up with new and colorful Indian dresses, decorated our house with diyas (lights) and rangolis (decorative colorful patterns) and ate many Indian sweets. At night, fireworks filled the sky, and even though I always used to be scared of them, I also enjoyed them a lot.

Here in the United States, it’s still my favorite festival, but I can’t celebrate it to that extent. I still try to follow as many traditions as I can, but it is really difficult to go all out, especially during school.

So every time this season comes around, I feel nostalgic and always end up missing those days a lot.

Happy celebrations!

Time Travel

It seems like just yesterday when I was playing on the swings, playing pretend, dress up and other such games with my friend. Where did all the time go? I still can’t believe that day by day, I’m just getting older and leaving my childhood behind.

Every time I think about those days, stress-free children playing around, tears fall out of my eyes. Can’t I go back? Can’t I go return to those days and re-elicit the memories?
While talking to a few childhood friends recently, whom I had lost contact with over the years, made me extremely nostalgic. The long lost forgotten memories stored deep inside my heart were elicited again, but this time surrounding a loving memory to them.
I want to meet those people again, my friends who made me laugh, my classmates, my school and all the little things that compiled my childhood and were a step leading to who I am today.

Such a Wonder

 

Such a dreamer

Dreaming isn’t bad.

I often find myself lost in dreamland, or at least that’s my defense to people when I don’t pay attention. And that happens pretty often. It’s not intentional, but I frequently find myself in those awkward situations, and there is no escape, except to dreamland of course.

One minute I’m talking to someone about homework for the next class, and the next minute I’m lost in my own dreamworld, thinking about everything irrelevant to the topic.

And then I hear someone calling my name at a distance, and I come back to life and pretend I had been listening to the conversation all along and totally didn’t doze off.

Sweet dreams,

Ashna Paul