I am already 2 weeks lates for this post. But thankfully the content is still fresh in my mind! So are all the memories!
We, all Jambekar’s, for the first time in our history or at least since I was born i.e. from 25 years, went to a trip together! Just for trip. no occassion but a picinic! Yes it might be hard to believe in today’s world where everybody is busy going here and there, taking saps, discovering world sharing photos on social networking, how can we not go to a picnic together??
But it somehow never worked out. except for this time!
We were a total of 17 adults and 2 kids so we went by a seventeen seater bus. We went saturday afternoon and came back Sunday evening.
There was an awesome beach at nagaon. we played all our heart out! We went on the beach even at 11 pm! And their was enough crowd there along with us.
next day early morning, we had our breakfast and again went to the sea!!
We teased each other, had a banana ride, bumpy ride! wow! adventurous!
And I made a video! That’s something I wanted to show you so desperately!
If you watch it, let me know what you feel about it. Do share your comments without fail.
Well, here is an early bud 😛
The rose plant that I had planted on 29th September 2014, had its first rose after coming to our house!
This is the picture of the first day when we realised its presence! My entry for the challenge –
I want to write a whole post on this flower, and many more things but alas! I am unable to gather some time and energy to do so…
My bad… 😦
But I hope you all are having nice time!
We were in a bus, going to picninc!! It was ought to be blur!!
My entry for this week’s photo challenge..
Suppose, my little lady,
Your doll should break her head,
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose are red?
And would n’t it be pleasanter
To treat it as a joke;
And say you ’re glad “’T was Dolly’s
And not your head that broke?”
Suppose you ’re dressed for walking,
And the rain comes pouring down,
Will it clear off any sooner
Because you scold and frown?
And would n’t it be nicer
For you to smile than pout,
And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?
Suppose your task, my little man,
Is very hard to get,
Will it make it any easier
For you to sit and fret?
And would n’t it be wiser
Than waiting like a dunce,
To go to work in earnest
And learn the thing at once?
Suppose that some boys have a horse,
And some a coach and pair,
Will it tire you less while walking
To say, “It is n’t fair?”
And would n’t it be nobler
To keep your temper sweet,
And in your heart be thankful
You can walk upon your feet?
And suppose the world don’t please you,
Nor the way some people do,
Do you think the whole creation
Will be altered just for you?
And is n’t it, my boy or girl,
The wisest, bravest plan,
Whatever comes, or does n’t come,
To do the best you can?
– BY PHOEBE CARY