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Not saying much here … will know in April …
Nephew ? Niece ?

Take care bhabi

Sometimes a realization can shake you. It’s particularly irritating for me when I realize that I am at fault for what I might have been blaming others for. But this time it’s really shaking me, like holding me by the trunk and “shaking” me till all the leaves fall off.

I’ve been told more than once, and by more than one, that I am too much of a perfectionist. So much that I bore myself out of things. I start writing a novel and can’t go past the first chapter because I want every following chapter to be as good as the first one. Start writing a song, the first paragraph is all I have even after pages of lines.

When I was explaining to a friend that how, after some time, all relationships start turning into more of a morning-routine at a scout camp, I realized what I’m talking about here. All my relationships (more or less) have ended because I am too much of a perfectionist. Everything starts well, and I enjoy it. Then I get to know the other person too well and realize that they are humans, they have been moulded out of the same “defect-infected” grains as everyone else. And this is where I snap. Not tolerating “mistakes” in others is quite human I think. But in my case, not tolerating mistakes, without realizing why I termed them as “defects” is where I become quite the unique perfectionist. I take my excuses out of things I can’t explain.

But then again, if these work for her, then I have found the real excuse – why should I be with someone who can’t realise what dumb excuses I make. If these excuses don’t work for her, too bad – she could be in love.

Last few weeks have been pretty busy for the Pawera family. We finally decided that we wanted to move to our new house, and hence majority of the time was spent packing stuff – unpacking stuff – shopping – setting up the new place. Now its been almost 3 weeks that we’ve been sleeping in the new house, but I still need some time to get cozy with the place.

It actually feels wierd to not share the room with my brother anymore. I’m missing the randomness he used to lend. Now his room is the place that I head for when I’m getting bored. Seems all the action in the house is in his room. It’s always noisy and untidy … has RAMAN written all over it. Love him .

And my room :D … . quite spacious, like the access to the balcony … and the (rare) open view. The house still needs a lot of time. The living room is still almost naked, so are most of the walls of the house.

So if anyone of you is planning to bunk at my place, do give me a call, I dont park at the same place anymore . Here’s a view of my room