Worries

Perhaps that revival post came at just the right moment.

It is that time of year again, where it draws closer to when I have to do my annual check up test. And as usual, I'm trying to pack too much in, trying to live as much as possible, because despite my best efforts to be positive, I'm wondering when someone will tell me that I can't.

Today I am exhausted. There are essay deadlines, internship work, professional work, travel plans, financial concerns, a confusing personal life and a never-ending social life. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and find it hard to believe that the person looking back at me is the same person with such a different face two years ago. Asha is right. I have hair now, and my concerns are about how I should wear it or whether I should cut it. How easily I have failed in my resolve to simply be grateful for the fact that it grew back!

So now I take another deep breath; and hope that morning will bring a day that is calmer, filled with less worry and more peace.

Out of the woodwork

I haven't forgotten this blog, why we started it, how it got going...and how I stopped writing. This is 2010 and we have no entry for this year, so I thought I should write. Yes, yes, all those "shoulds", they do come in handy at such times. I am splendid at cocooning myself, so people like me need those "shoulds".

PV now has hair: she has to think about it now. Shall I go short or long or go for the fringe? So that's the other story. PV is now studying international relations in God's Own Country, U.K., a melting pot of cultures that refuse to cook together, so you couldn't be in a better place to see, think and get to know other worlds.

I will meet u p with PV this December in Goa where there is a special family event. I am already looking forward to this.

As I write, I do want to say that one suffering ends and some where else another kind of suffering begins. Our mother passed away last month. PV's mom is in a wheel chair as her tendons and ligaments heal. Being part of all this is what life is all about. Call them little things if you feel like it.