Writing after a long time. every time i write something and read my articles after a few days, i end up thinking that i was such a different person back then. That's why i think i should write. many times i don't get the right spirit for it though.
Lately i have faced many challenges and continue to face some of them.
My mom and dad were like pillars of strength and support for me during these times. my friends were like my energy boosters. i keep going back to them whenever i am down.
amidst all the work (office, child care, house work, managing affairs around our lives), i forget how much i get tired and stop thinking bad.
today in a hurry i dropped Arya to his bus pick up point for school. i was having a migraine attack and went in that flurry. couldn't bear to stand in the mild morning sun and couldn't bear the noises of cars passing by... but the bus came in time and i saw him off.
i was walking back the lane when i saw my dad at the end of the road. he was going out to buy his daily newspaper. he waited for me to come closer and said 'kiti barik vatli ga tu lambun'. (you looked so small from afar). he made a gesture with his hands that he didn't mean height wise, but width wise. with trembling lips he sounded so concerned.
now, i am not a diet fan. i eat anything i like as long it is not too oily, spicy or salty. and i eat till i want. i don't over eat or under eat. so my weight is unchanged. i haven't become thin or fat. yet, i was so touched. no one stops and cares unselfishly for anyone, other than our parents. and he had proved that point.
in the daily run of the mill, even spouses do not appraise each other well. but parents do.
i am a huge sympathy craver and a softie, i think. as he is ageing, even my dad is becoming sentimental for small reasons.
