I remember my days as dreaming to become a published-writer ...

I also remember interacting on Chowk, even on political topics although I always prefer to stay quiet on that subject because of its sheer depth and my lack of knowledge in the area ...

But I stepped off that wannabeism to get busy with the mundane things in life like working, going to college, deciding what to wear, what to eat or drink, what to watch on TV, who to call, who to SMS, when to sleep, helping little brothers with homework, tutoring neighbours’ children, renovating my room ... you know ... things I could blame for being an under-achiever, instead of going through the emotional exhaustion of fighting my personal insecurities and diffidence ...

And now if I kick myself and try to become more focused - no matter what I contribute on Chowk, I will be known as TonkeePonkée’s sister ...

It’s cute! But it’s very strange because as an older sibling (and a snob by nature), I don’t know what it’s like to be in a position where the spotlight is on the little girl I taught the English alphabets to ...