Rose Pais

  BLOG BABY I was 9 years old when I wrote my first blog titled “The first time I ate a samosa”. It was for a competition in school, and we were asked to submit our entries. I was so proud of what I wrote, so much that I kept reading my own many times. I do that now too and I appreciate my own writing and I am my own critic as well.   The writing was about 2 pages long. It had description about the Samosa, the taste, the texture, my family and about me closing my eyes and looking up to the sky for the very first bite. Before submitting it to the school, I thought I should let my mom know. I showed it to her. My blogs have always been around Humor genre. I tend to hide the actual painful experience of the situation behind humor. It works! I smile at my own situation. I laugh at my own jokes. This little writing was behind a sad story, which I somehow managed to convert it into a funny experience. We were poor. Not poor as in being homeless poor, but poor like, we need to save ...

I was devastated when I lost my cat Cuckoo in an accident. I swore I would never bring in any more pets’ home because bearing her loss was extremely painful. Every fur that was there on the couch and the bed was so precious to me as I refused to change the sheets fearing that the gold and white fur was the last of what I have of her. Weeks passed and I literally began to hallucinate her meows in the middle of the night. The wound she left on my chest with her sharp claws while trying to jump over me was slowly turning into a scar which I would treasure all my life. Life was just ok until a couple of months later I woke up and chose to change my life around for good. I was missing insanity, peace, and had some extra money to shell out. Hence, I went to a shelter miles away post work with an orange medium sized basket which I assumed would contain a cat or a dog. I was not sure at that point in time. I reached the shelter late evening and filled up some forms. After a lot of thorou...