Siddhi Bhosale

Bhosale House This is my 50th blog, dedicated to the place where I started blogging. Dear Bhosale House,  I miss you. I hope you are doing fine with the torrential downpour. I am sure it must be difficult for you too to handle the farewell of 2 kids in a span of two months. Two kids who walked in when they were in 9th and 5th class, moved out as adults in the last two months. Now, when I return, I won't be the same person that left. I am more grateful for you than ever before. When I had to search for a place to live in Indore, I understood how difficult it is to find a place that houses you and your entourage.  I know it's not the place; it's always the people, but sometimes it's the people and the place. You can video call people you miss, but you cannot video call your house, and that hurts. Sometimes I ask my family to show me my study table and bookshelf, but still I wish I could video call my room. I am sure the door handle still has a dream catcher that catches m...

My BAGWATI! Today I received my new bag. It is a multi-chain navy blue convertible backpack. Convertible because the backpack straps could be hidden inside a compartment, and it looks like an office handbag. I loved it the moment I saw it online, and around the same time, our family friends wanted to gift me something on account of my book being published, so this bag! Taking this bag in my hand flooded me with memories of the bags that I have used and bought so far. The most exciting thing during school reopening time was buying a new bag every year. Which included convincing Mumma that the old bag is not enough, or it's torn, or about to become non-functional soon. And then going for bag shopping was like an event, similar to buying a house; both are equally difficult things to choose. Touching the bags, feeling them, fidgeting with the chains, looking at how spacious the interior of the bag is, will it be able to fit our tiffin and bottle (the most important things in a bag), an...