Perfect day for a picnic in the park. Found myself a beautiful tree to sit under. Planes flying over head. Faint whiffs of coffee drifting by.Birds chirping in the oaks, the ashes and the birches. The Thames looks on at us mortals, serenely. A bunch of daffodils sway in the breeze nearby and a water fowl croaks in the distance. Zoran practices his football. Ever single time he kicks his ball he wants me to applaud. Boys!
A tiny, little toddler is trying out her scootie for the first time. Oops! She just fell. As her father scoops the howling baby in his arms, Zoii shakes his head and mutters "'Shuch' a cry baby!" A few minutes later he slips on a patch of damp grass, landing flat on his bottom. Ouch. But we're too proud to cry just now...we get up, dust our jeans and limp on bravely, hoping that no one has noticed the tears welling up in our eyes. Boys!
Head against the tree, I sit with my eyes closed. Its a beautiful day. The last time I sat under a tree on a beautiful day like today was years back. In school. "The haunted tree" as it was fondly called by most of the girls.:) How long ago was it? 10 years? Feels like an eternity.
That tree in that school, in that crowded, insanely polluted area of Saddar, in that gorgeous city by the sea. And here I am now. Under this tree, in this park by the river in Canary Wharf, in my 2nd most favourite city in the world.
Sorry Londres- Kolachi will always beat you to it. Always.
Zoran's getting hungry now. Time to open up the picnic basket.
A tiny, little toddler is trying out her scootie for the first time. Oops! She just fell. As her father scoops the howling baby in his arms, Zoii shakes his head and mutters "'Shuch' a cry baby!" A few minutes later he slips on a patch of damp grass, landing flat on his bottom. Ouch. But we're too proud to cry just now...we get up, dust our jeans and limp on bravely, hoping that no one has noticed the tears welling up in our eyes. Boys!
Head against the tree, I sit with my eyes closed. Its a beautiful day. The last time I sat under a tree on a beautiful day like today was years back. In school. "The haunted tree" as it was fondly called by most of the girls.:) How long ago was it? 10 years? Feels like an eternity.
That tree in that school, in that crowded, insanely polluted area of Saddar, in that gorgeous city by the sea. And here I am now. Under this tree, in this park by the river in Canary Wharf, in my 2nd most favourite city in the world.
Sorry Londres- Kolachi will always beat you to it. Always.
Zoran's getting hungry now. Time to open up the picnic basket.
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