saiecology

While Rikshawalas are most hated for their habit of rejecting customers, there are also a few reasons to love them. At least I have some reasons. Some, I repeat. In this blog, I am listing down 5 reasons why I love or hate Rikshaws and Riksha drivers. Last one is super special to me. No, don't be lazy. Read everything, okay? Super Power to Attract Rikshas Everytime Mom and I head out to go somewhere in the city, all of a sudden, there's a ricksha either standing right in front of the gate, or coming towards us from a distance. I don't know how to thank the universe for this coincidence. Okay, but this happens only when I am with Mom. Not when Mom and I go out individually. This is strange. For the very same strange reason, Mom has given me the title of 'Riksha Magnet' and I take pride in it. It's been years since I've been working part-time under this unofficial Job title and it is yet to be listed in my C.V. Monsoon Dates in a Riksha I remember i

Note: This is a 'straight out of my heart' blog like all my other ones, but I didn't feel like reading it before pressing the 'publish' button. Keeping it real, raw, and simple. Past six months, I have spent most of my time at home because I was extremely sick. During the day, I was either sleeping or thinking whether to sleep less in order to balance my sleep at night. I didn't have enough energy to watch a 5 minute YouTube video till the end. You may wonder what sickness was this. For now, I would like to keep it personal. Because I'm not here to rant. I just want to talk about the fun part of being sick. People suggested I should watch series on Prime and Netflix. I pushed myself and completed a few seasons of Suits. I went ahead and watched 'This is Us' which was emotionally heavy for me. Ohh! And how can I forget 'Marvelous Mrs. Maisel'. But it was all mentally tiring. I read three books: Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, Dolla