I think a lot about my own thoughts and actions. Thus I do end up bashing myself a lot. I guess a little more than I actually deserve. Be it family or friendship. I have done that all along. Somewhere I have always felt that the mistake could be totally mine. I confront myself rather than confronting others. A lot of times, it helps. It helps me find answers to questions that are otherwise unanswered. This morning, the girls got late even after waking up ten minutes before their usual time. The reason: they waited for the washroom to be vacated instead of using the spare washroom. Why did they not use the spare washroom? Because of the lizard that took it on zero rent for a few days.
I have sealed the only possible entry for lizards a few days ago. I also washed it thoroughly and disinfected the entire space to ensure there is not a single sight of insects. So when they chose not to use it and got late because of that, I lost my cool and started yelling at them for not getting ready fast. Once they were ready in their school uniforms and had kept their lunchboxes and water bottles, it was time to braid their hair. I had just ten minutes before we left for school. I panicked because I take a lot of time in getting the knots right. You should know I have never had long hair and am really bad at doing hair. For some reason, I got it all right in the very first attempt today unlike other days. Once that was done, my anger faded. Why do dew drops do what they do on leaves? Date: January 12, 2012 Source: American Chemical Society Summary: Nobel laureate poet Rabindranath Tagore once wrote, 'Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.' Now, a new. ![]() I was cool. And then I spoke softly. After a few seconds of silence, Li. But then you should also be responsible and finish your things on time. When Mamma told you that there is no lizard in the washroom, why didn? What if it decides to come back when I. Remember, how I jumped down the stairs to save Di from the three barking street dogs? Only her facial expressions kept changing. She is actually like me. An introvert who keeps her deepest feelings within herself. Her face gives it away though. She did not even have the time to reciprocate my little gestures of love. Apart from this she also had my little sister who was just two. She did not have appliances that could save her effort and time. She did not have a domestic help to help her around. When Anu said that she hates me, I wasn. I was actually pulled back into time and my banned memories swayed right back. I used to rush to the balcony or into the washroom and repeat those words till my tears dried up. I repeated them and then cried till the hurt was gone. I used to scribble it on paper and then tear them into small pieces which when flown down from the terrace made me feel better. I still remember watching the bits of paper slowly falling down into the well and Neeli, the maid at my grandparent. I always knew the kind of sacrifices she has made for us. But I also remember how she never had the time to sit and listen to what I had to say. I remember how she never believed in expressing love. She was scared and she is scared. She always believed that if we express our love or joy, something wrong will happen. Dew Drops Brilliance Dew Drops inkpads Crimson copper Tsukineko BD-000-097 EAN: 712353540972 BTW: Hoog Brilliance Dew Drops inkpads Rocket Red gold Tsukineko BD-000-096 EAN: 712353540965. And now when she has all the time on earth for us, I feel bad that I have to excuse myself to handle my responsibilities. However much I try, I. She used to hug me tight. She used to caress me. She used to cuddle me. On our way to school I told Anu to write it down on a piece of paper. And then tear it into bits of paper and we will together fly them down in the evening. Anu smiled widely as she said. Just like Kareena asked Shahid to do in Jab We Met. It gives us a sense of protection, a sense of being loved and a sense of being cared for. My Mom did what best she could. My hurt does not mean that she was wrong. She was the best and she is the best.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This post is written in response to The Daily Post?
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