…and I thought there was nothing as contagious as a smile!

C (Customer): Do you sell smiles?
SK (shopkeeper): Yes. But they’re quite costly.
C: Ah, not a problem! Please give a box of them to that lady there; it’s on me!
SK: Oh, sorry! You’re not the first to try…but I never have any that fits her!

So, does a smile cost a lot, really? Or, is it just a matter of no-size-fits-some?

Been wondering about this for a while now. There is this neighbour of mine, at whom I’ve smiled a million times — without fail, everytime, she turns around and hurries into her house.

Either its my buck teeth which she isn’t too impressed with; or her smiles are damn expensive and she knows I cannot afford one ever in my life!

Well, I’ve never bitched about her on her face (not even to other neighbours), never made faces at her, never tried to flirt with her husband, never tried to make her kid shoot her with his plastic gun…so I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why I get such a cold response to one little, innocent smile.

It’s been 9 months, now. But well, irrespective of all that, I still smile at her every single time.Β  It’s a simple principle I follow: It’s always there, right under my nose, and it costs me nothing! So, why forget it’s there?? Well, I believe there’s always a smile at the end of a 14-muscle stretch! πŸ˜‰


P.S.: Well, to those whom it matters: I do not have buck teeth — I smiled at my maid’s kid today and she didn’t look scared…not a bit!)

Hybernation’s no fun…

…especially if you spend all that time being so busy you can barely spell out “Hybernation” to a kid! πŸ˜€

And I must say, I had been in one of the busiest phases of my life! Due to a persistent backpain (an injury that has promised to be with me through thick and thin, right till I reach my grave; the result of a clumsy fall I had a few years back–i tripped on my own patiala and fell on the steps πŸ˜€ ), I stopped commuting to my office (which is 13 km from home) and began working from home.

I then found another job closer to home, joined there, quit within a week and went back to freelancing for the previous company. Alongside, I found out this great website where I could write, and earn in the process (alternate income, yey!). A couple of places where I’d went for interviews but had turned down (they were all either too far, or they couldn’t afford me) asked if I’d like to freelance for them…and I boarded this roller-coaster of jobs. Officially, unofficially and as a freelancer, I now work for 5 places πŸ˜€

Though I was apprehansive initially on how to manage such diverse jobs together, well, I must admit it is fun…esp on those rare days when I have to commute to the office for special meetings — one day, I went almost halfway to the wrong place, before I figured out where I was intended to be. πŸ˜€

Anyway, though all these required me to be online full time, I must say that I never found a moment’s time to open my blog! A few days back, someone commented on my blog, saying they had a hard time figuring out my contact id, and had hence decided to put in a ‘comment’: it was about yet another job opening (which, of course, I have no time to take up)! That’s when I realised I’d totally abandoned AlphabetWorld! I felt like someone who abandoned her favourite dog for a bunch of silly cats! πŸ˜€

Anyway, with out much ado, I have come back to blogging…I will catch up on all your blogs pretty soon. And this time, I will stay — no more “i hope to be consistent” and “i hope to post regularly” and all that. Just aΒ  simple “I will stay”! πŸ˜€

Howdy, people?

P.S.: By the way, I love these new smileys! πŸ™‚

P.S. of P.S.: My blog turned 1 on the 13th, last month. Poor thing didnt even get a B’day bash! Lemme at least wish it: Happy Burrrrday, AlphabetWorld! πŸ™‚