Mother's Day perspective :)

Some evenings turn out to be good in the end ! The short shower and the walk to Chowman in search of food ...Despite Chibu's cribs, we found a place for two just as we walked in though a big crowd was waiting outside . The dinner was good more because it was our solo outing in months and Chibu comes up with these nuggets that are hilarious ! The food sufficed !

This morning I went back to doing the long Kriya at Art of Living after years. I am always scared of doing this as there is a reaction in my life - looking back they are all learning experiences and coincidences , but caused a lot of pain in the process ! As always it was a divine feeling - though my thoughts somersaulted in my head and the unpleasant mingled with the impossible ....will it help me to purge? We'll see :)

Woke up from my sleep this afternoon to the sound of bell and to mamam telling me , "dekho ke shob aise, gift loiya !" I found two cute kids with boxes of sweets and roses wishing Happy mothers day to all ! It was such a touching gesture really ! But explaining "Mother's day "to Mamam was tough...".Ogo maar Jonomdin hoibo ...kao! tai bari bari giya mishti bitoron kortaache...Party korte hoibo na aar !" Chibu's rejoinder would probably make them stop this ritual altogether !.. After all I gave birth to a legend ...wannabe ... :))

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