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Small Packages....


I am turning insomniac. I havent slept the second night in a row. Well i guess it serves my writing purpose the best.

The lack of sleep is gonna get me one of these days!!!(:P)

Manu is sleeping on my right side, on her bed. She sleeps straight. They say, your an inch taller while you sleep. So that would make her almost 5'8 or more maybe. It wouldnt make any difference to me because i sleep( that is, if at all!!!) curled up like a ball of wool.

Nah, this is not about my or Manu's sleeping postures.

Where height is concerned, I do not even remotely resemble anybody close to my father's family. I am just 5'2.

Just the other day I was talking to an online pal of mine. He asked me about my height and I said,

" I am tiny, just 5'2"

He chuckled, "oh ok, Miss shorty. But seriously you dont look that short in your pictures! hehehe..."

I just "lolz'ed" back.

It didnt piss me off this time. Actually it hasnt in a while but it would have some 5 yrs back.

Manu was 5'3 while in her sixth grade. Me, in the eight grade wasnt even 5' then.

I am the shortest amongst all my cousins and family. Except my mum. She and me are the little ones. But to further add to my woes, my sister takes after my mother's good looks.

There was a phase when I dreaded being seen with my sister. It has nothing to do with her being a bully of sorts. It was my puny frame...lolz. I got scores of advice. I was the butt of all the jokes.

People who met my sister before me, constantly(almost always!) asked me, "You sure you're her older sister?" or " hey, how did you remain so short?"

This still nags me a bit honestly. But not to the extent of pissing me off anymore.

Just yesterday I told N, that "good things come in small packages" and we shared a laugh.

My mum always told me this.Her theory is, shorties are always at an advantage. My dad who is 6'1& more,has to bow his head(lolz....) while talking to her and she holds her head high while talking to him.

Jokes apart, being short has its perks. Atleast for me. I get to wear all my mum's shoes, sandals...my sis has big feet! hehehee

Plus I am mostly mistaken to be the younger one ...(.guffaws)

Well whats done, done! Good things do come in small packages and yeah, brightly gift wrapped!!!

Comments

  1. oh my goodess. you are super beautiful.

    i was just looking at the new photo you posted and i immediately thought, i need to tell her.

    i'm 5'4" and i think i like being short. short is good. closer to the earth and closer to being grounded and focused. look at it that way.

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  2. What a perfect match...you& me!

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