Casual Thoughtfulness!

My idea of friends and friendship, if I have to define it in two words it would be “non judgmental”. We all have friends, of all sorts. I have made many friends over the years, some stayed with me, and some in my thoughts. In all these years, there had been just one single friend that my unconscious mind recalled time and again. My sister from another mother, my mind reader from miles apart, she has always been there. Now that I have a lot of time to over analyze a lot of things, I just thought why is she so important to me? What binds us like that? The answer is right there in my very first sentence. She is non judgmental of my actions. She accepts me the way I am and she knows where I need to be stopped. And to me, if she says it, it must be true.   Those who know me would know I wouldn’t write a letter of gratitude as a blog, well I could too. But nah, I am just going to touch that core matter of this entire monologue. The crux that binds people in a relationship of tr...

Age is really not just a number. The more I begin to realize my own age, the more I start to look back at my life just to find how immobile it has been. For once I am afraid. I am afraid that I am in the middle of nowhere; I am neither too old nor too young. I am not 25 now, not even close. I really don’t care about the freckles and the gray. But yes they have started to show off late. Criteria of being over 30 crisis is even worse than what I felt when I started dealing with my mid life crisis. I can really relate to my older generation in so many ways that once I used to rebel on. I have certainly made peace with myself. My being a maverick to the responsible one has been quite a hard-hitting truth. I no longer have the strength to climb up the mountain; well to be honest I never had that even when I was 5. I may be overthinking on some stuff but the truth prevails. You cannot look at life the way you did 5 years back. You cannot juggle between those years and escape. The s...

Because I am a mother and because it is a very child centric profession, I have my blues to sing and yellows to dance on. It is such a 1-2-1 (as in b2b) work ethic that I am always focused on the things that she does and how I react and vice versa. Care the least of her association with others including the father. Although it does concern me how my product will behave and show social emotions to the rest of her kin and kinds. A constant debate is what goes on in the head to clarify all her actions starting with the way she sleeps, to brushing her teeth and to finish the food that is packed in her lunch box. Near or far, your one eye, one ear, one heart, one mind, one kidney, one liver, one stomach is always busy catering to her . If there are longer pauses of silence the ear will not resist checking on what’s cooking. The eye sees the unbelievable mess and the heart absorbs the catastrophe with patience. A part of the mind tries to engage her in something productive...