i’m supposed to write my Cover Letter. i’m applying for jobs, creative writing, storytelling, scriptwriting, copywriting, creative direction, and the lot.

it’s mostly words and visuals of storytelling.

i have already applied in a few places with just my resume. but, i feel resume doesn’t do justice to what i’ve done so far.

and, it’s not just me.

i feel resumes don’t do justice to the skills we have that are not accounted for -

like that day when i wrote the website content for an NGO at 5 in morning, with tears blurring my vision, burning my eyes because of a personal thing going on.

or that time when someone didn’t get time-off when they had severe headache, but they had to show-up because the clients were visiting.

or that time, when a working mom or a working dad attends to team meetings in their car, as they drive their kid to their play school or rush to the nearest hospital when their little bunny is sick.

our resumes don’t have sections for such skills.

or such times.

or such experiences.

that their education hasn’t taught them.

that only comes when life happens to them.

rather, adulting.

so, yeah.

that’s that.

writing.

something i haven’t done in some time now. maybe a month or more.

writing makes me feel. and, i was just -

i still am.

except for the times when i’m feeling the rare sun in Canada. and the flowers. and the leaves. and the clouds. and, that seldom blue sky.

and, breathing.

ummmmmm.

Canada.

it’s two weeks now. i’m here with my family. my elder sister, jiju (who was a friend before he became that), my younger brother, and my little nephew.

when i came here, some people cried.

i didn’t.

i don’t know if it was because i couldn’t or i didn’t.

anyway, it has been super busy ever since.

the days are going by in a flash.

i still don’t have my local sim card yet.

so, quite dependent.

i don’t get enough time here. just enough to call mummy-papa.

the rest goes in kitchen or with my nephew.

i get why it’s so difficult for people when their family is not with them. especially parents.

and although i knew how much hard work mummies do, and last year, i had a 5-month epiphany too, i realized yet again, how much our mothers do for us, the whole house, the whole family. and, why a family is incomplete without a mother in it.

in India, my life was closer to that of someone who’s retired.

i got so much time to read.

so much time to have conversations.

so much time to go outside.

it’s quite different here. despite having started waking up early.

this is not a complain.

these are just facts. differences. lifestyles.

all that said, it’s an interesting place, right now.

i’m someone who likes to be closer to nature.

and this place where i’m right now, is that.

a bit of countryside.

there are so many trees, so many flowers. and, DANDELIONS!

and, i’m loving it, for now.

i also feel like being that school-version of myself.

too shy, an introvert. someone who likes to keep to herself.

maybe. maybe, it’s just a phase. i don’t know.

but, i’m learning. evolving. i’m different.

the weather outside is gloomy.

the clouds seem too close.

but, so does the sun when it’s out.

and, just like this fall outside, the chapters of my life seem to imitate it all.

winter will come. colder than this. making me colder than i’m right now.

but, so will Christmas.

with all its glory.

and, this numbness will smell all holly.

and pine. and cinnamon buns.

and old wine.

that’s all for now.

i’ll try to come here every Friday.

i don’t promise.

but, i want to.

till then,

you take care.

- flaky sends the fragrance of dew on grass and a dandelion

P.S. and, that’s just me.

just a shadow of my earlier self, right now.

building up layers. different ones.

rising, like a Phoenix!