sanchita

  • Time Runs Away.
    sanchita | 23-Aug-2016
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    TIME RUNS AWAY   The clock is ticking, Turning Hours into days, days into months and months into years. Heart is filled with memories, And memories they say will never leave. Years fly, dear ones die, You had never thought goodbye will be so nearby.   If only I could turn back the clock, I did go back to school when homework was the only thing to do. Friends you once knew, Have walked away without a clue. Events, which I had thought occurred yesterday, Turned into moments that have gone down the memory lane   Time goes by and slips away Just as the sky turns blue to grey Look for the stars, when it turns dark And wonder what life is all about? Seek Joy in whatever you do, For tomorrow is never promised While today holds true.   Life is beautiful, not because it is perfect It is because you have things to do. Learn something new every day, But give in to the little things that you know have made your way.   Listen to the passion of your soul, Believe; set
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  • First Teachers of the first School
    sanchita | 01-Sep-2016
       First day of school, big tears rolling down the cheeks New bag, new uniform and the new experience for the very first time.   Soon they enter the class, the soft hands make their crying stop. First few words they utter, god knows how you can understand them clear. They scream, they throw, they push and they play. Where do you get your energy from; when they are all running around?   You make their life colorful by teaching them red white n blue A,B C they learn from you and soon they form words that are known only to you. Scissors, painting and craft you make them do it all with love.   You bring joy and smiles on their face, Sunshine is your pretty face they say. Thank you for helping the children grow. You can do it goes a long way to bring out the best in them. Thank you for making them love to go to school Thank you for teaching them to share, care and making their first school a happy place.   -Sanchita            
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  • The Helping Hand
    sanchita | 03-Nov-2016
     The Helping Hand. It was a hot and humid Friday evening in the dream city, Mumbai .I peeped out of the office window only to see if it was raining. I could see the people rushing towards the station. The dazzling Friday evening was waiting for me….waiting to get me out of the office. The hustle and bustle out of the four walls of the office was certainly exciting. The dark inviting sky, the cool air smelled wonderful and swaying trees and little rain drops on them added to the beauty. "I had few more things to wrap up before I head back, I thought to myself." The monsoon season is awakening the nature from deep sleep. The rainfall started pretty soon and I could smell the mud and feel the fresh air. After a few e mails, phone calls and pending files I packed up for the day not to mention few cups of coffee. Packing up my work for the day I sighed” Finally time to go.” I had longed enough today to go out of the office to be a part of the wonderful weather outside. I left my office ar
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  • sanchita | 08-Dec-2016
    The First Last Day Of The School   Today is an important day, for it is the last day of many school days, Numbers and alphabets is what you know now, playgroup graduate you are now. Shapes, colours, puzzles and stories are new on the list,  I am grateful to the teachers that taught you with love and care.   I remember the teary first day for both of us, the uniform was thrown and the shoes were hidden, And did I tell you, how you pretended that your eyes were closed every morning?  While some days you tried hard acting to be sick, to give the school a miss.   Everyday little by little you started playing, and in no time you started building blocks, train tracks and hills. Role plays are taken very seriously now, sometimes you are a bus driver and sometimes you are an office going father. Cheering, stumbling and playing with the friends, you learnt the lessons very well.   Your father says just chill it is only a play group, many more school years are wait
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  • sanchita | 08-Dec-2016
    Today is an important day, for it is the last day of many school days, Numbers and alphabets is what you know now, playgroup graduate you are now. Shapes, colours, puzzles and stories are new on the list,  I am grateful to the teachers that taught you with love and care.   I remember the teary first day for both of us, the uniform was thrown and the shoes were hidden, And did I tell you, how you pretended that your eyes were closed every morning?  While some days you tried hard acting to be sick, to give the school a miss.   Everyday little by little you started playing, and in no time you started building blocks, train tracks and hills. Role plays are taken very seriously now, sometimes you are a bus driver and sometimes you are an office going father. Cheering, stumbling and playing with friends,you learnt the lessons very well.   Your father says just chill it is only a play group, many more school years are waiting out there, Oh! A mother’s plight you
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  • sanchita | 23-Feb-2017
    Almost a Love Story One summer morning as the Sun was shining bright, Ruhi was preparing for the long day ahead. She was running through the daily chores, preparing breakfast, packing lunch and had a quick bath. As she gulped her morning tea, she felt a headache coming on. Yes, there it was, a dull throb behind her eyes. As she put the dishes in sink, she thought maybe she should take a leave and go back to bed. But then she remembered the important one on one meeting with her manager. Ruhi was a senior marketing executive at a reputed firm. She quickly got dressed in a rust color top and her usual black cotton pants, brushed her long hair, put a light make up and colored her lips with bright red lipstick. Ruhi carefully examined some of the white strands in her hair. She had dark circles which she concealed with her make up. She was of a medium height with average features but beautiful hazel brown eyes with long eyelashes made her stand out in the crowd. Red lipstick helped her to get through the tough day
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  • Magic of the Smile
    sanchita | 31-May-2017
    Magic of the Smile   The other day I got down from the taxi, paid the bill and smiled and said Thank you to the taxi driver. He was surprised since I did not talk  much throughout the journey. He also smiled back and thanked me while returning the money. This uplifted my mood for the day, I passed on a few more smiles to the people I came across during the day and that is how I think the happiness spreads. So flash that smile to make the day brighter. I grew up In Pune, India. Anyone who knows me points out that I am an “ever smiling girl”. During the school days, I used to dread these PTA (parents teachers meetings). Because apart from the usual complaint that she talks a lot in the class, the complaint use to be that she smiles. I obviously failed to understand how can that be a complaint? And my parents use to keep asking me what makes you smile when the teacher is teaching? I had to explain that I was not smiling. In fact, this complaint took a serious turn during my post gr
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  • Gratitude!
    sanchita | 25-Sep-2017
    Gratitude!   Make every day count, for today is a new day so be bright and shine Every opportunity teaches us new life lessons so be glad for the bad and the good will slowly follow. Today you are cursed but tomorrow you might be blessed, it’s the rule of life to have waves. Be glad for the life you have for we never know how much time we have Because life has its own ups and downs, believe in yourself is what I have found.   With every breath you take feel alive, thank god each day for the sunshine. Fill your life with beauty and love, your heart with compassion for all. I know for sure that the heart breaks, but never fails to heal itself. Be glad for every friend and foe, for friends help you in good way but foes are necessary to improve your ways. Each of us have roots and wings, roots help us stay grounded and wings fly us high Each of us is special, so be glad to be yourself, do not waste time in comparing your journey with others How do you want to be remembered after you
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  • sanchita | 22-Jul-2018
    The Right Ending. I woke up feeling cranky. Rain pounding against the glass windows, bursts of thunder boom from a layer of storm clouds. Coconut trees swaying by the wind brush against the window. Alas! I was at that day, when I was going to say goodbye to my two months old job and colleagues. The contract of two months had ended. Today was the last day of my short stint there. As I drank my morning tea, I felt a headache coming on. I somehow got ready to go to this office. As the goodbye mail was dropped. People wished good luck and phone started ringing. As I thanked and spoke with them, I was packing up my belongings at the same time…the coffee mug, the water bottle etc. With a brief tenure of work and my work diary being kept in office the handover was comparatively easy. There was a lump in my throat as I spoke with few of colleagues who had become friends. With the keys handed over, I thought I was ready to go. I went to food court where I use to buy lunch at times from a Pakistani vendor. He
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