The hourglass !!

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Jean Paul

And this one quote speaks much about life …. The ‘hourglass’, our mirror…mirror of experiences, mirror of victories and failures, mirror of pride and guilts, mirror of accepting and relenting!! Just yesterday, did I say for some reason – life is so short…I look back and feel there have been countless moments that I wasted, I lost.  Was it that I wasn’t humble enough to accept my fault…. Was it that I wasn’t mature enough to understand at times, was it that I didn’t have enough space to spread my arms… Its greed, greed to live more, to love more, to do more…for the ones I care for ….. greed to be loved more, be wanted and there goes hand in hand, FEAR, of being loved more, expected more from, fear of the sand escaping…sweeping alongwith it…the precious time, leaving memories behind, Fear of the same feeling standing affront me – Life is so short.

Each day, I teach my li’ll one to learn to peep within herself. Preaching her helps me peep within myself. What I would want her to be, makes me rectify myself for what I should have been….alas, I don’t always succeed but thankfully neither do I expect her to succeed always J

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Anne Frank

I strongly wish I keep to my ideals and I believe, what one’s heart and mind says should go hand in hand. At times, I know my heart is befooling me and at others I know my brain is trying to take advantage of me ! All I try t o keep reminding myself is that life is perfect , its all about a good, better or best combination of the similar kinds of hearts and brains under one roof….so, all in all, All people are good at heart!!

Home sweet home !!

Weddings...diwali..weddings... shoppings....outstations...fun...frolic...long-time-no-sees-get-togethers !! and then....PUNCTURED EXHAUSTED. Back to home and Sam runs to pick her dolls..snatches her kitchen set from her almirah, rushes out of her boots and when the clock is striking 12 at night, after a tiring travel back home...a smile she brought to me when I saw her talking to her dolls, asking them how they were and did they miss her. Ohh, you have bcum so dirty, didn't you bathe all these days..you could have helped each other na!! I could see how she was stealing my words and dealing with her dolls ;-) A glance at my face, a blush at hers - Mumma, why are you watching me this way. Sam , how are you feeling being back home? I enjoyed the wedding this much (tiny finger up), I enjoyed being back this much (index finger up), I am enjoying having my toys...books...dolls.. back after days this much ( ring finger up) and I will enjoy being back to school this much...(middle finger up). OKAY, she has learnt to prioritise :-) How happy she was , excited to have her toys, books and pillow back to herself.

Have loads of unpacking to myself, cleaning of the locked house, daily routines from the next day...but I am happy too....relaxed to have my room back...my bed...my kitchen...lol. Back from a vacation, each time, I feel, when I love my home so much...why do I need to go out for a vacation!! and each time I smile to myself when I answer back - Will ask you after a few months ;-)