Budgeting
Budgeting gives me jitters. My dad had been accounting each paisa in his life and he’d been very sharp at it too, and maybe I also inherited his habit of counting and recounting and accounting my sheets of green paper again and again. I also get a sort of pleasure in doing so but I sometimes feel that I behave like a miser on occasions. Leave alone hard currency, my sister still teases me about a time of our childhood when I had lent a small stud of a pencil to my classmate and she’d to come to our house to return that, and I didn't let her enter our house. It’s a different matter actually as I had always been very conscious of myself and my house for certain reasons, and I was always conscious of ‘what’ll people say?’ thing which I gradually realized is a damn thing in itself. Secondly, I was very private person, never liking intruding in my space by anybody due to the same fear of people’s judgments. Okay. ...