Social work and me.

Social work can be fun. Truth be told, I believed the opposite till now. It kinda creeped me out a bit till now. But today, I was proved wrong. Not only was it highly satisfying, it was quite fun too. 🙂
It was actually a community lunch for the underprivileged organized by our school. I was a volunteer. Not much work, just had to serve food to the people. But jobs like these become more interesting when you are accompanied by people you like.  People who make you laugh when you are about to spill that curry on your clothes. People who make it worthwhile. 🙂
Most of the volunteers were school seniors. Such popular. Much cool. There were teachers too, of the junior section and senior section who lent a hand and made our job easier.
And to top it all off, the teachers served us lunch when it was all over. Didn’t see that one coming. 😛
All in all, it was a summer afternoon well spent.
P.S. The heat was just excruciating. Image

March and me.

March was a pretty eventful month.
My Board exams ended by the first week. Such excitement, much hype. Spring had just started to set in, the trees just started to blossom. And on a beautiful moonlit night, I broke  a wonderful friendship. Ah, life and its quirks.
Truth be told, it wasn’t working out anyway. What’s the point of having a special bond with someone you get in fights with at a drop of a hat?
Okay. Enough.
I had some wonderful moments too. Random meetup with my best friends. Laughter, gossip, heart-to-heart conversations. Ah, girlfriends can be so comforting at times. Outings with a new friend. Chit chats and small talk.
Then some retail therapy, new books, new music, new friends. What more does a girl need? 🙂

I think I am flowering into a woman.
I can feel myself changing. I don’t know whether it’s for the better, or for worse. I don’t care, really. My exuberance is giving way to a more contemplative me.
I can sense the change in my perceptions on life, love, friendship, family bonds. Delving deep into these matters and trying to make sense out of them. Reading stories weaved in the fine complexities of life. Going through my past and laughing about those useless things that once made me cry my heart out.

Maybe its just me. Or maybe it’s just my utter joblessness.