The last couple of weeks have been exhausting.Emotionally. As a friend's father would always say to her, " Sensi-tiue (read sensitive - yes they are Punjabis...no offence intended!) people have no place in this world." I envy people who have the ability to block the biggest mishaps out. I have never been able to master this art. (Yes, it is an art - and I could kill to master it) Its only now, after much practice that I have learned to shove things at the back of mind...but then too, they're always there. Crouched in some dark recesses of my head like a vicious tiger, ready to pounce. Forever nagging, forever menacing. But as cuckoo as I may sound, I have also simultaneously learned that there does come a point in your life when that pain becomes vital to your survival. You wouldn't part with it even if you could. For in it, lie your biggest strengths. A comforting reminder... that you survived. You are a survivor.
Spent a large chunk of yesterday playing cricket in the park with Z.(and watching the goras go insane - trying to suck in every possible ray of sun!) There was an old, bald gentlemen sitting comfortably on a bench, clad only in a pair of briefs, reading a book. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his shiny, perfectly toasted head! Zoran on the other hand, made me feel like the most special mother in the world. Every time i'd hit him for a four or a six he'd run off to fetch the ball, but every time, along with the ball he'd get a freshly plucked, beautiful daisy for me. :) By the end of the afternoon I almost had a bunch of those tiny flowers. Sigh. As I read somewhere once : "My son will eventually outgrow my lap, but never my heart."
God works in mysterious ways. Just when I needed to get away from every thing, gather my thoughts, reason out with myself and plunge myself in this river of life with renewed zest; he's arranged a surprise get away for me. The perfect chance to do all of the above. InshaAllah. No work, no phone calls, no face booking, blogging - for a week. Zoran's excited beyond words. The number of prayers he's been saying I'm sure we'll end up seeing The Loch Ness monster. If he's really lucky, the monster might even breathe fire for Z. If I'm lucky, I just might bump into James McAvoy. :)
Spent a large chunk of yesterday playing cricket in the park with Z.(and watching the goras go insane - trying to suck in every possible ray of sun!) There was an old, bald gentlemen sitting comfortably on a bench, clad only in a pair of briefs, reading a book. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his shiny, perfectly toasted head! Zoran on the other hand, made me feel like the most special mother in the world. Every time i'd hit him for a four or a six he'd run off to fetch the ball, but every time, along with the ball he'd get a freshly plucked, beautiful daisy for me. :) By the end of the afternoon I almost had a bunch of those tiny flowers. Sigh. As I read somewhere once : "My son will eventually outgrow my lap, but never my heart."
God works in mysterious ways. Just when I needed to get away from every thing, gather my thoughts, reason out with myself and plunge myself in this river of life with renewed zest; he's arranged a surprise get away for me. The perfect chance to do all of the above. InshaAllah. No work, no phone calls, no face booking, blogging - for a week. Zoran's excited beyond words. The number of prayers he's been saying I'm sure we'll end up seeing The Loch Ness monster. If he's really lucky, the monster might even breathe fire for Z. If I'm lucky, I just might bump into James McAvoy. :)
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