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It's raining in my heart ....

The slow drive back home in the pouring rain and haywire traffic was probably the perfect time for introspection- especially cos' my smart phone's unsmart battery snoozed off and I had only FM for company!
The week was good in many ways- 25th was a layered sundae- Chibu turned a year older and graduated with a decent percentage :)! Happiness for me ..and I don't want to get into the nitty gritty of what will happen tomorrow....cos whatever will be will be ! Let me enjoy these happy moments in space!
Going back to the Art Of Living after 14 years was...umm raised a lot of quesions...I could not give up on the non-veg, so like our instructor said..the effects will be diluted ! I still am amazed at how Sri Sri pulls people around him, keeps them together and I felt ashamed how people out there are dedicated to projects that are difficult , dedicated to people who really are the "have-not"s !!! I really want to work for the tribal school....
And amid the calmness I feel a restlessness within me ..to move on with my life , do something beyond , maybe work for that school in someway ! Ghatshila- Bhaskar just said it's a no-no...ahhh !! It always happens...and I wanted more free time ...saying goodbye to work for a while maybe ..travel and spend time worthwhile ! But then like Baba said, can you afford not to spend the way you do? Profound question ! The pot calling the kettle black !
All this seemed like a web of thoughts...I am stuck like a fly in my own thoughts- at crossroads again ! With Chibu in all liklihood leaving home I will be at a loose end - though Baba is becoming a responsibility who needs constant attention ! And in this rainwashed evening I looked beyond the water logged roads and the traffic that was one step forward two slide back, frayed tempers and watched the couples huddling under one umbrella- the rain playing cupid - the dippers reflecting on the puddles , the surreal vision through the glasses and the drumming sound that wasn't actually comforting cos I was far from home and not everyone was safe home !! And in that rain it was fun to see Baba laugh ....

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  1. the tit bits about wanting to take some time off so sounded like Abhro! but i thought ghatshila plans would have been fun minus the maobaadi angle to it. dekho. and also, happy monsoons :)

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    1. Maobadi ? U sound like uncle eggjactly ! He says there's charity closer home! And abhro and me - both have gypsy feet :) and rains enjoy- at times its fun getting drenched :)

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  2. Darun.. Rains of India are so nostalgic..!!

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    1. Ei bochor no sign of rains. So hot and sweaty.

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  3. Darun.. Rains of India are so nostalgic..!!

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