Wednesday, February 8, 2023
Excitement!
Gratitude in small hands
Today, my son told me he is grateful for the things I do for him. He said we should all be grateful. The first thought I had was, he was a small kid, probably when we were small we all might have passed through similar experiences. Like when I got my first table clock from my father, or my first cycle, I used to be so happy. But maybe over time, we take things for granted, we forget to thank and think of it as just another thing he does, or somebody else does. While, such things were going through my mind, my son, without having his lunch, came and sat on my lap. He told me, "Mama, I want to tell you a story..
An unexpected call
How would you react when someone reaches out to you after 7 years and tells you that you are an inspiration for her. This someone who is very chic, smart, with a sharp sense of dressing, excellent in studies whom I used to be awe of when I was doing my PhD. My general tendency towards these brilliant people is to just stay away and maybe stalk their pics on social media. I mean how can me, a fat, shabbily dressed, introvert even dare to speak to someone far above my league. So, maybe we might have spoken once or twice in around 3 or 4 years that we overlapped.