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5 days old...after turning 50! I  feel that celebration comes from staying healthy and happy. Despite everyone telling me "It's going to be fine!" the thought of the biopsy result was looming like a continuous worry! The doctor didn't offer the usual "Don't worry!" assurance like last time, when the biopsy was conducted in 2005! Bhaskar later told me it was a big relief when he picked up my "safe" report and signed the register , where the reports which indicated malignancy were written in red. I guess one more reason to let go of the minor hassles in life! But I forget my lessons soon....human nature always ungrateful for being spared.

Saraswati Poojo came with the fading nip in the air. It may be the last year that Chibu is helping me with the poojo preparation. This time I skipped the "thakur ana" bit because I felt last years "thakur" was lucky for Chibu :) !So for three years she stays till Chibu stabilises - finds his moorings ! And I live constant hope...like my parents did !

And with the approaching years I have learnt to overlook the frayed parts of my tattered sweatshirt and feel comfortable in it's old snug feel .....Hope this lasts....

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