Hello world!
I know my blog is basically “bookish” and about my writings, not my life. But what’re books without someone’s life or opinions? (I’m definitely not talking about textbooks. Hey wait! Coming to think of it, even textbooks are either related to people’s life incidents, their opinions and ideas or their theories and theorem’s born from their thoughts.) So, I decided to “write”(that’s part of my theme too, remember?) about my life. Since this is my personal blog, I feel that its entitled to have my views. I would love to know what you feel and what’re yur views on the subject. Do let me know in the comments.

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I am Oitree from India. I want to talk about how I view my life and who are a part of it. Before, however, I had thought of writing about my ideals and stuff but I remembered a more important aspect- a certain “She”
Of course, she is more important than my ideals because those have been created from the world around me, which she had been dominating in my childhood. Whenever we (me and my twin sister) like something she makes or does, we say “We’ll make you a shop for this when we grow up.” And now the list has become so large that we think we will have to make her a multiplex and supermarket combined! LOL.
But yeah, “she” literally can do everything, from making a pizza to making a gown or cleaning the garden single-handedly. Both of us have stopped going to the parlour for a haircut (last time the barber made living puppets of us. GRR!) and “She” gives us one whenever we are in need of it.

▶️QOTD: Can you guess who is “She”?
▶️AOTD: my Mother

But, in spite of all these, I won’t say Mom is the best of all mothers in the world. No, I won’t. That’s because the word ‘Mom’ itself is so. Every one of them are ‘best’ in their own ways, they are unique in their ways of motherhood. All children love their Moms in their own ways; some show it clearly while some fail to show it. That’s all. Every child yearns for its mother during times of sickness, for every child its mother is the best. So is mine for me. And for every mother her child, irrespective of the age, is her little one.

Indeed, family is a blessing not many get the advantage of having. Yet, a ‘happy’ family is even rarer.
Here, I have a little tale to present in regard to this point:

“The couple glanced at the little face staring at them earnestly as they signed the adoption form.
For the orphan, they were no less than God.”

Oitree Deb

In a world not very kind, I feel that we should learn to love the little details. That’s a little bit like photography; dry leaves lie around but we don’t care. Yet, when the photographer takes a picture of a fallen leaf and presents it before us, we awe at its beauty and wonder how it had always been there but we had never noticed. Whoever said it, said it well- “You see, but do you observe?”
When you ask for some water and someone gives you half a glass of it, it’s up to you whether you will appreciate the half glass you are given or regret the half that you are not.
The world is a large place, and we are mere faces. However, the faces have eyes to observe, ears to hear and mouths that can do wonders.
Thank you for reading my story.