New Wonder

Life is so rewarding... It rewards one with experiences. Whether it is a failed love story or carefree school days... it leaves a rich gem each time... gems that you can string together...or form a crossword...

why do we call crossword a cross word... you go up and you go down...but are the words cross with you... I wonder.. and suddenly I hope facebook should give you more options than just Like a status...it should introduce... I WONDER!

Little bundles that life brings in... little joyous bundles...moments filled with love... happiness and anxiety... Like a baby in the household... You can think of one hundred and ten names for her... and when she is actually here...she will decide what hair cut she will wear... Imagine kids giving parents one big opportunity to impose themselves on their rebellious selves... They let you name them .. voila...

How would it be with a little one running across my room... with her picture on my desk... with her smiles reflected on my face... is it like reliving your childhood? "I WONDER!"

To Annie with lil love ;)

Hi..

I think somewhere we have lost the connect - especially the one when you do not pause to see if it is alright to ring up in the middle of the night or early early morning.... heck, lemme still get ahead and write a crazy crazy mail that you will I know savor with your black cup of morning tea... I guess these are few side effects of a greatly romantic marriage...at least in the early 10 years buddies are given a back seat ;)... but well I do believe strong ppl are like garlic..they smell out ..oops stand out... not withstanding however much deep they have fallen albeit in love..

It is 7.22 am not too early by your standards... i would have loved to wander in an empty apartment and fix myself a cup of women's horlicks... since I have given up coffee...or have I? (after a break of few months ...coffee is giving me a kick like it were a shot of Tequila...) Coming back to the empty apartment.. would I not have loved pottering around in a tank top and a pair of comfortable shorts that i am wearing rite now... but well that would be off the limit...I miss such a freedom i have had only in europe... living alone has its own set of advantages and disadvantages..sigh*!

hmmm... reading richard branson can be addictive... because i have been reading him up... guess what taken to tubular bells... and i guess such music gives me a high that alcohol fails to deliver... thence the mail... thence the word THENCE... peculiar na... THENCE... :P

sooo.. would you like to go back to those spaced out moments... i mean those moments have been rare for me for quite sometime... I wonder why am i so damn practical.. why am i the one who is so lizzy pizzy...trying to please everyone :P... Where is my own backbone...where are my decisions... why do I draw a blank when it comes to standing out like a garlic that I prided myself to be. Ofcourse, i like the quirky crazy me :) . It does surface once in a while...and when i do not bother what ppl outside might think of when the sound of tubular bells emnates from my room punctuating the whistles of pressure cooker that's vehemently steaming another morning meal...

I sometimes find it claustrophobic to live with people these days... am i too accustomed living alone... I find it hard to look up people in their eyes... eye contact means an inane conversation... when I was younger and listened to Pink Floyd behind closed doors..shutting out my parents....... why do we sometimes want to close out... i hear puja bells chiming as tubular bell dies out in my laptop.... and a humming..

mum in law was out for a week...and i was doing the pujas and all...staying at home a few of such things is actually some form of engagement.... our puja place is a small almirah fixed on wall so you must stand up as you go about pouring water over lord shiva... I love doing that...giving Shiva a nice bath... with nice cold water... i guess it just is natural since i love the time inside shower myself so much...the soothing water...continuous like life... new like each drop... amazing..

wow...so my morning raga is about the feeling of being invaded again... where is the space thats my own... is that why workholics drown in their work...to find their space... do you understand what i mean...

i do not cook my food... not that i would love to swap places with u :P (a perfect superwoman who manages her kitchen as she does the HRD)...but i would like to sometimes not have an overprotective parental figure breathing over my neck..fussing around that I might tire myself cooking a lil somehting...

oops... so thats the cribbing... just like another teeny meeny teenbopper... and the lil kid in me kicks up... the lil kid... literally speaking..

how would our relationship be..i wonder.. whatever it is...she will still complain and probably crib and mail her pals about a mom who is so .. so ..so .... dunno that yet~

lemme replay the tubular bells... and then get into shower and then get dressed into proper clothes and then go out and check what breakfast has been cooked..

till then bye from both the Big Kid and the Lil Kiddo...

and yah... no need to reply... this could have been just another blog post... only i thought of you this morning

sending you a lil love that u might accomodate :)

sarcasm is the way wid Vid...