Dear Diary,
Sometimes we are trying to get something so hard that we forget to check our bags and dont realize that we already got it long ago. Naturally. I have always wanted to become like my dad. Kind, Honest and always helping everybody and yet Be happy. I always put efforts to become that man and they suddenly i realize that maybe i already am that,
Though while writing this i am realizing that there are still few things which needs to be done. There are still few more people who needs me. Now while writing about it, i think i need to become more actionable, to make few more people happy, they are still waiting for me, I must be far away yet.
Anyway, Last these many ays i havent written to you, was feeling a little lazy as always and thoda sa busy bhi. Past few months passed just like wind. day before yesterday i realize how it has been one year since we went to that kerala trip and we had our kiot switch launch date. Its been one year and we still havent launched it. I dont know how this year just passed. Even these past few months were so quick... Its been 3 months since the Hampta trip already and we went to hampi in January, its been 8 months already and it looks like yesterday.
While these few momories are so vivid, these days ironically i am forgetting too much. Forgetting as in, forgetting everything, few days ago i forgot how to convert a javascript date object to number(I have written it 1000 times atleast ). or when i ran down the staircase to see the delivery boy who just delivered my lunch and tell him that this is not what i ordered, you gave me someone else's order, only to hear from him that, that is exactly what i ordered. I forgot what i ordered in just half hour. Anyway, i think it as because of me not eating walnuts... 😂😂. So i brought walnuts from kashmir. And now it seems fine. I think i am not forgetting much now. 😂😂
I do think of her, somedays more than others. Everything i do or everywhere i go, it kind of feels like she is always there, behind the curtain of my eyes and her image, its more clear when i close my eyes but i still feel it even when they are open. Everywhere, Everything i do. for example when i was trying my new black nicker, it reminds me that she too had a black nicker, I am in the sabzi market and i would just give whatever they ask, i cant bargain but had she been there, she would get us the best price or when i look at moon and think how she liked the moon or when i am eating curd and remember how she believed that with curd a meal looks so homely... many things, many many... anyway, this is just the part of my life now and i kind of have accepted it. I'll write to you later about the whatsapp statuses..
These days i am focussing more on Kiot, i have got few more ideas to work on too now.
One is thegiplanet.com, right after buying those walnuts from kashmir i have been thinking of making a platform where people can buy specialities from different lands. I am string to work on it soon now. Dawrani suggested this name - TheGiPlanet, he also seems to have liked the idea,
There are few up downs with kiot, sometimes i feel very frustrated, and feel like maybe it wont work the way we are going right now, i mean with sandeep's adamant attitude and other things.. (u know...) I mean sometimes i feel like none of us have here any real expertise and we just feel too proud for solving small problems or getting a small idea and yet think that its a word changing idea, I dont know.. sometimesI just dont like it all, and feel like leaving it here and take up some remote job and sit with Mom.... But then i think everyone must have started like that only and what great i am doing if i leave this thing in between, and will i ever be able to call myself a man if i shattered dreams of all these people working here with me. I cannot. So i wont leave it, i'll try harder and harder, if something is not right, instead of blaming someone i'll try to fix it. even if it crushed my ego, especially when it crushed that, I'll keep working on Kiot. People love me here.
Mom is back here, so is di. Today we are eating corn spinach at Daga's. See you later..
Adios.
I love you my diary... 💕💕