Welcome back! It’s Deekshu again, this will most likely be the last entry I’ll be writing for this blog. This specific entry will be shorter than the others, as I want to keep this short a sweet, a way to signify and appreciate my home.
Okay I lied.
Not really though. It’s partially true. I want to write this to appreciate my sweet little home that I’ve spent most of my life in, but also because 1) I’m running out of ideas and 2) It was for a Language Arts assignment.
Listen, the prompt for the assignment was actually pretty interesting, and I liked it. Basically, we had to use the details of a particular room in your house to convey one or more elements of your identity or to show your definition of home through the form of either a song or 2-3 vignettes. Obviously I’m not a songwriter, so I chose to write 2 vignettes on some important elements of my home.
But before I share my attempt at writing vignettes, I want to give a quick explanation for what exactly it is as most people might not know what it is. A vignette is a scene that focuses on one moment or gives insight into a character, idea, or setting. It doesn’t have a plot(which would make it a short story), rather it reveals something about the mood and tone. It has a theme/central idea of its own and describes a specific event or character that is important.
Also one more thing, this is my first attempt at writing vignettes, so if it doesn’t really line up with the expectations of a typical vignette, then I completely understand and I would love any type feedback on it so I can improve on it in the future(I’m a big fan of criticism). So here is my first go at vignettes!
My Room is Pink
My room is pink, which is kind of funny since I don’t like pink that much. Maybe it’s because it’s a different shade of pink, or maybe it’s because it's on my walls, maybe it’s because it’s not too bright, I actually like it on my bedroom walls. This pink is nice, it’s warm, like a chocolate chip cookie that just came out from the oven with the chocolate all melty. And when I turn off the lights and turn on the fairy lights that line the top of walls where it meets the roof, the walls appear pinkish-brown. It may sound ugly, but it’s really not. It feels homey, warm, and cozy, like wrapping myself in a fuzzy blanket and reading in the dark with a flashlight. Except when it’s winter, then I’m freezing and I have to imagine this feeling to trick myself into thinking that I’m warm and not cold.
And here is my second vignette…
The Wobbly Dining Table
After I come back from school, the dining table is the place where I spend the most of my afternoon/evening. It’s where I have my afternoon snack and do my homework, and it’s where I eat my dinner. The place sits on the table edge which is closest to the corner and right by the door which goes to the backyard. On weekdays, the dining table is where my family always sits together to just talk normally, to do work, homework, to have a couple snacks, a cup of chai. And the table is in the most perfect place of the house where you can see everything. You can see the TV in the living room, everyone that is in the living room, the kitchen, and the pooja room which is connected to the kitchen. You can also see a bit of the stairs which lead to the upper floor. And when the TV is off, you can(at least I can) see who’s coming through the front door. At first glance, the table may seem weak, due to the way it wobbles and sometimes creaks by the slightest movements, but it’s been like that for as long as I can remember and the table is still strong and will remain strong for the rest of my life. It played a big role in my life, it’s where my family always gathers to eat, it’s where I’ve made the most memories, where I’ve celebrated my birthdays as a child, and it will still serve as a beacon of all my special moments throughout my lifetime.
That’s it. I just wanted to share it because I really liked this language arts assignment as it encouraged us to find the smallest things in our home that make it, well, home. And for a person like me who easily forms emotional attachments with anything(such as my mini vaseline that I carry with me EVERYWHERE), I had ideas on what exactly I could write for the vignettes. But then again, for a person who has trouble organizing my thoughts and feelings in a way that makes sense on paper, it was a bit hard. But I still tried my best and did it!
Like I mentioned earlier, this entry is shorter than usual, so that’s all for now. Be prepared for the blog to be continued by my father, Chandu. And remember to enjoy yourself once in a while and get some sleep!
Yours truly,
Deekshu
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