Day 6 #Loveuary❤ – Friends

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Friends.

The brothers and sisters we choose for ourselves.

Those who don’t stick with us because they have to, but because they actually want to!

I pride myself on being a friendly, approachable person. It does me well in life in general, but in my job too. This way, I manage to accumulate many acquaintances, too many for me to profess a feeling of love for!

My friends range from those I met at school all those years ago, to university pals, wok colleagues, old and new, and mummy friends. Not forgetting the all important blog pals I have!

But there are those that I have a deep feeling of love for. Not romantic, or anything like that… not friends with benefits (I have a husband, you know, and he is lovely!)

My closest friend is one I met at university. It will be 24 years in October since we met, and our lives became entwined.

Nadia. My darling sister from another mother.  I have written about her here, but this was long ago.

Our friendship was a bit of a shocker to some.

A Sikh girl and a Muslim girl… best friends while in the walls of our university, there were ‘wars’ occurring between the Punjabi Society and the Islamic Society. But that mattered not a jot to us. We were two young Asian girls, thrown together in a situation neither had been in, where we were given the freedom to live alone, and the trust to enjoy life but to be ‘good’!

We were studying the same course too, which helped forge our friendship. Ask Nadia now, and she still says that we met as I chatted her up by the pigeon holes!

But we spent 4 years living in the same halls, then the same student houses. She was privy to my innermost secrets, personal, family, everything. As I was to hers.

I was welcomed with open arms to her parents home in the holidays, and I gained a whole new family, with an older brother, three more sisters, and a wonderful surrogate set of parents! And this was echoed for her when she would come and visit me!

After qualifying, we went our separate ways geographically, but that doesn’t mean we were to be separated. What are phones for, eh!

Despite being in separate towns, our bond remained strong. She was a key person in my wedding, staying with me for a whole week beforehand, and it was her (my) sister who did my henna too!.

All through our friendship at university, and beyond, I just wanted to see her happy, to fall in love with a guy who would worship her and give her all the love she deserved. It didn’t happen straight away, but just a few years ago, I was so happy to be there by my sister’s side, for a whole week, to celebrate her wedding!

This is one friend who I love with all my heart. That friend who, even if we don’t speak for weeks on end, will be there at the drop of a hat for me, and vice versa. After a long break of not talking our conversations are never stilted, it’s like we just take up where we left off!

I hope that everyone has a friend like this. One you know will be with you forever. ❤

A shining light
A beacon
Always there
Through thick and thin

More sibling
Than friend
Wiping tears
Making you grin

Your partner
In crime
Your conscience
in life

Sometimes
Causing trouble
Others, saving you
From strife

A soul you need
beside you
Your best friend
You have found

A soulmate
Of a different kind
To keep your feet
Firmly on the ground

Ritu 2017

Love you Nadi ❤

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Day 5 #Loveuary❤ – My Blogily

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When I started this blog a short 2 years ago, I had no idea of the world I was stepping into. It was just meant to be a  little release for me, but certain blog-quaintances, turned into real blogpals, and there was a core few that I began to look forward to interacting with each day.

That went from being friends to something more. I gained new ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’ in this time, some who I will only address as that because they have so much importance in my life! These core, I addressed as my Blogily. My blog family.

And I was so excited to actually meet them at the Annual Bloggers Bash last year after so much online interaction! I felt like I knew certain folk so well. We connected. It wasn’t just an admiration of a person’s work, but a love, of sorts.

Blog love means you care for someone, you show concern when they are not around, you miss them when you are not able to connect with them, you support each other through thick and thin, and you can be truthful too.

At the awards, I met my core blog family, and I was able to connect with others, on a more personal level, so now my blogily is more like a true Indian family, with many branches, and levels of relationships.

I can truly say that my day is not complete without even a little interaction with you all, my blogily! Love you heaps! ❤

I am just giving you a taster of the song ‘We Are Family’, which I rewrote the lyrics for, to be #We Are Blogily’, and if you’re brave enough, me singing it too!!!

We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type
We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type
Ev’ryone can see we’re together
As we walk on by
(Hey) and we write just like bards with a feather
I won’t tell no lie
(ALL!) all of the people around us they say
Can they be that close
Just let me state for the record
We’re blogging posts in a blogily dose
We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type
We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type!
Living life is fun and we’ve just begun
To get our share of the world’s delights
(HIGH!) high hopes we have for literature
And the books we write
(WE!) no we don’t get depressed
‘Cause here’s what we call our golden rule
Have faith in you and the things you do
You won’t go wrong
This is our blogily Jewel
We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type
We are blogily
I got all my bloggers with me
We are blogily
Sit up ev’rybody and type
We are blogily
We are blogily
We are blogily
We are blogily
We are blogily

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Day 4 #Loveuary❤ – Sibling Love

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It’s not always immediate, this sibling love.

I know that in mine and my brother’s case, we went through many ups and downs on our journey to become as close as we have.

I truly love my brother, I do.

But when we were growing up, it was a different story!

Boys were smelly, mean and nasty, and that brother of mine was no exception!

He was moody, and such a pain, always wanting whatever I had, running around the house like a loony, pretending to be a gun-wielding soldier and scaring me with creepy crawlies! (Seriously, one time he decided it would be hilarious to capture some daddy long legs in an empty cotton bud container, one with a see-through lid. He spent a whole evening chasing after me with it! Did I say I love my brother?!)

But on the flip side, when we were in any situation where either of us were threatened, we’d step up, and be there for each other! Once he was playing with some of our cousins, and I was sat in a room nearby. I heard him being picked on and the big sis blood in me began to boil. I stormed out and confronted these cousins of ours… (they were real tough nuts! Softies now, but pretty crazy as children!) I threatened to punch one of them in the mouth if he said anything to my brother. He tried me, and before I knew it there was a boy standing in front of me with blood pouring from his mouth! He ran in crying to his mum, who didn’t believe him at all! How could Ritu even do that? It was unbelievable! (Phew!)

Growing up, we became separated location wise, as he went to boarding school, and then I went to university, but that distance did make the heart grow fonder, and we became extremely close.  He would ask me advice on girlfriends, and I introduced him to my Hubby Dearest (then boyfriend!) before anyone else in the family!

Now he’s sat in another country, living his life with a beautiful wife and two-year-old son. We are still, so far away from one another, but our hearts are so close together.

Brother:
Hell bent on causing you strife
But truly a support for life!

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

#SoCS Feb. 4/17 – Hair

Linda’s SoCS prompt this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “hair.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

A quick one this time.

I’ll be busy today as I am attending a close family wedding. There were lots of last minute preparations, beauty wise, with regards to eyebrows, nails, hair removal etc… And the covering of my roots, and stray white hairs!

Somehow this week passed me by and I got to Friday with no time for the hair dying…So 6.30am  Friday morning found me with a hair dye kit, desperately trying to cover my greys!

I couldn’t do it in the evening as it was my Brother in Law’s birthday, and then I had all the ironing, to do, and accessories to get ready.

It’s a Sikh wedding. We need to be at the temple by 9.30am. The temple is 1.5 hours away… I need to get the kids, as well as myself, ready, and at my in-laws by 7.30am so we can leave in time…

Somehow I am scraping this together, by a hair‘s breadth, as I don’t want to miss the challenge!

Have a great day! I’ll try and post some weddng pics later!!!

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Day 3 #Loveuary❤ – The Apples Of My Eyes, My Children

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I can’t speak of love in any way without talking about my two children.

The love we have for our children is unconditional. We created these tiny beings, they are ours to nurture and mould. Little reminders of us.

But it’s not always easy to become a parent.

No matter how good a parent all profess you’ll be, it’s not always that simple. I spent my younger years dreaming of getting married and having children. After all, that was how it happened, wasn’t it?

After a year of marriage we decided to start trying for a family.

It became two years of heartache, as I discovered that I suffered from PCOS (Polycystic Ovaries) The teasing of missed periods, which were nothing more than my ovaries taunting me, others falling pregnant with apparent ease, babies all around me, it was not easy.

But with a little help, we were finally blessed with one miracle. The second followed three years later, but after the devastating loss of two little angels.

My children are now 11 and 8 respectively, and, though they can be trying as kids have a tendency to be, they truly are the apples of our eyes. Not one day goes by where I don’t thank God for bringing these little bundles of joy into our lives.

I do have those moments, when they are trying my patience, that I wonder whether I actually like them, but love… that love I feel for them is incomparable to anything else in the world!

I will probably write more deeply about each of my children at a later stage, but for now I’ll leave you with a poem I penned a couple of years ago. It was previously posted on my blog, and has since been published in my poetry book, Poetic RITUals, too❤

From Twinkle To Reality

Let me take you down that road,
Much travelled through eternity
The journey to become a mum,
From twinkle to reality.

The plans you make at a young age,
Full of gurgles and laughter,
The horror as you realise,
What really does come after!

The fun of trying,
The monthly wait.
The disappointment,
That feeling, you hate…

The years of trying,
Full of hospitals and checks,
The medication taking you over,
You feel like total wrecks…

Then finally, the day comes
That positive is clear
The goal that you were aiming for,
Has suddenly come near.

The months of fascination,
Your changing body grows
The feeling of satisfaction
That only you can know.

Those pain-filled days, or hours
To reach the prize you sought
The feeling of satisfaction
That this little bundle brought.

I gaze at you in wonder
Are you really here?
I’m overwhelmed with happines
And a tiny bit of fear.

Will I be able to give to you
All you want and need?
As you look at me, wide eyed
Snuggled close while you feed.

Little blessing, sent from God
My heart is filled with joy
I will do all I can for you,
My darling baby boy.

And so the cycle continues
The waits and checks again
We’re gifted with a gorgeous girl
After a little more pain.

My life is here with me right now
Some twinkles from my eyes.
But I’ll never forget those twinkles
That now, do grace the skies…

Dedicated to my wonderful children, recognising the struggles to have them, and remembering my 2 angels lighting the sky at night.

By Ritu

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

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