It’s the heights of the plight of education in India… Imagine someone with a Graduation in Child Psychology has children who grow up to be like us! That’s exactly what I think when I see Pooja and myself making a mess of our house, lives, and otherwise! Here’s to the woman who put her dreams and her life on the back burner to spend major part of her life deciding which dal will grace our dinner table, choosing what sabzis to will satiate us kids, and managing to how to get both on our tables. We get too busy growing up to realize that that our parents are growing old simultaneously. My mother just got operated for a major jaw operation. She often complaints of her knees aching like hell. Though she looks more beautiful than she ever did to me, I can see the wrinkles on her face making their presence felt. She gets tired faster than she used to. Her eyes are deeper (like literally too). She says senti stuff like, “Just a coupl...
Sorry; about the mini-hiatus. *-I'd like to believe at least someone has missed me : P -* There is so much I'd like to talk about. That can wait. But this cannot! Every once in a while we realize who really matters to us, who shouldn't matter to us, who doesn't and who never will again. That's the circle of life I guess. I read it somewhere: "Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families." I hope moms' not reading this one, else am dead for sure! : P To my surprise, I've been terribly occupied off late - and I don't necessarily enjoy it! I missed writing all this while. Anyways, I'm back to what I think am happiest doing - writing. :-) If you continued to read my post having read the fully filmi title , you might be in love with me or something. <3 For me, two things make life bearable - cups of tea/coffee and loadssss of baatein. ; ) Here are a few inconsequential conversations...