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Monthly Archives: July 2013

“You’ve got the cutest son!”

30 Tuesday Jul 2013

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dating after divorce, dating as a single parent, long distance relationships, love

Dating has become virtual of late, with me in one corner of the world and he on the other.

“You have the cutest son!” Aiden says.

He has got used to seeing my son sleeping, and has formed his own opinion on the little one.

Commenting on a statement I made on relationships and marriage, he in his smart-ass mood replies, “Handling your son is not going to be difficult, it’s you that are going to be difficult!”

And then he laughs at his own joke, reminding me of what a stupid astrologer told me recently. He finds things as astrology hilarious, tarot cards fun to waste time on, and anything predicted worthy of a good laugh.

I have come to realize that I value the time I spend with him. We talk, we laugh, and we plan life. And things are simple. Most of all, life is good, even from two ends of the world.

I look at him, and notice how good looking he has become of late. Is it the distance that makes one get closer?

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“Baby and I””

28 Sunday Jul 2013

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happiness, love, motherhood

baby and mummy

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“The Wait”

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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conversations, dating, falling for someone, happiness, words

Words come easy when we speak. No hesitance of bruised egos, or apologies in case offence caused. It is comforting for a change. The lack of all those “sorries” and forced politeness just out of sheer fear that I might have cracked a joke that hurt one’s pride.

We speak of entrepreneurs and cake baking ladies who are hot, and I highlight I can’t bake to save my life. Wardrobe change a priority in the list, a possible mature look attempted, and a house that needs to be dusted so as not to cause my death.

We speak, we laugh, and we wait. Sometimes it all comes down to that wait.

“200 km for a date”

19 Friday Jul 2013

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being different, dating, restaurants

I seek for suggestions for good restaurants in his home town.

Specifications : Noiseless and without men staring at legs!

He makes a suggestion, and after a moment of googling I realise that I have already been there on a wrong day with teenagers shrieking their heads off. Terrible diner that was, with too much alcohol on my table, and too little appetite and a hoarse voice prior to my exit.

Second suggestion: colours too loud, red and blue with metal chairs! (at least from the photos they have put on the website. A big NO NO)

So I decide to make things easy for him: “Tell me where you would go if you were to go on a date with someone.”

He says, “Well am different, I could travel 200 km for a date!” (I could totally picture him saying it, the expression and the tone of it.)

I read, and I realise that he and I ain’t that different. Surprise be that we could actually be somewhat similar, cause I could fly 3,356.7 km for one!

Note : For someone who (of late) seems to drive me insane for no good reason!

For Those Who Love While Fighting for Others’ Rights

19 Friday Jul 2013

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fighting for others' rights, love, Pakistan, rights, violence

When I heard of the young man who was gunned down in Pakistan, I did not know him, nor did I know his wife to be. He was a name in a story, which Anithra told me over a Public International Law lesson. She mentioned of her best friend who was in love with him, and how all of a sudden her world had changed.

Today I by chance came across a photo of both of them, a happy couple who seem to be cherishing each other’s company, young and looking towards the future. It made me wonder how happiness could be stolen from those who love, by men with guns, with different agendas for the world.

For the first time in years, tears filled my eyes just seeing those photos, for a couple who seemed so happy together, and for all those who risk their lives so that others’ rights are better protected.

A prayer for all out there who befit the description, and for cherishing those we love!

Mummy-mode

10 Wednesday Jul 2013

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baby, love, motherhood, mothers without sleep

It’s 7 am and Akashiv finally decides it’s time to doze off. Morning dancing with him has become a norm. While waking every other hour in the night till 5 am has become the tradition. No no no! Akashiv will not break the tradition, and mummy should get up when he makes weird noises while pretending to sleep.

Life has tuned to zombie mode. I have realized that I get more sleep when on a demanding work travel where I get about 3 hours of sleep at a stretch than when I am home supposedly with more leisure. I have been an insomniac most of my youth, but then is had barely prepared me to face the demanding mummy-mode.

Who to blame for Akashiv’s hyper-activity? Mummy of course! I mean who decided to put the radio and keep swirling around with him when he woke up at 2am in the night and refused to sleep as a 3 weeks old baby? MUMMY!

Now Akashiv has decided to return the favour. How? Of course by upholding the tradition! What’s not to be appreciated than a good session of house music, or a Latin summer music. (Akashiv is very specific about his slumber music).

I put the dance music, and my son starts jumping up and down on bed or his cot, while raising his arms to be carried by mummy. I take him and he perches himself and starts rocking to the beat(a toddler head-bang). When the music gets faster he starts falling asleep (weird much?)

I have watched my parents try to put the kid to sleep using the most sophisticated form of traditional music which would be slow, soothing, and well pretty much sleep-endearing. But then, Akashiv is like no normal kid. He has to revert his ways from others, he likes dance music to fall asleep. And here I am picturing my kid at 18 dozing off at a party thanks to the lovely music! (Way to go mummy!)

I watch him finally happily asleep on my bed. (He had refused to enter his zone of the room – the cot and the play pen). He seems to prefer mummy’s bed to his zone. I want bed! I want bed! (I dread the day he starts shrieking and my pressure levels increase. He has already started going “tha-th-thaaaaa” in a very high pitch, ear-piercing mode, calling “daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-dddddddddy” to his grandpa.)

Life has changed so much with motherhood. It has redefined life for me, with not much sleep, but a load of responsibilities towards a shrieking kid who wants his mummy provided his grandpa is not at home. We do know where our priorities are. Don’t we?!

“Another Goodbye”

05 Friday Jul 2013

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Aiden left this morning.

I watched him pack all his clothes into the back pack, without uttering a word. I did not tell him that I would miss him. He already knew that. And I knew he would miss me more, in his new aboard in Milan while trying to connect words to finalise his thesis.

We walked to the station together, as usual, under the shade of the trees I had started to love, and the silence and the calm I appreciated. Life seemed to fall into place, and summer had finally settled in, and the sun was up after days, without any clouds or gloom.

He hugs me tight, and I rest my face against his nape. I was missing him already, though my mind was occupied with the work that would have to be finished in the next few hours. Our parting hugs are always long, like an effort to make sure we remember the warmth in case life gets tough on us, and doubts seep in with too much space and distance between us.

I watch him walk away, wishing he would turn back. He does not, and disappears into the dark of the subway tunnel.

Note : This one is for Erandi, who ensures I keep posting horrible writing which she would access during her boredom 🙂

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