100 Days of Positivity

We depart
We assemble
We keel
We balance

We are confused
We are enlightened
We are united
We are ignited

We are on the sidelines
We are the forefront
We shrink to reflect
We emerge to accept

We cook our beans and brains
We confront the pungent and puzzling
We cry the angst
We conquer the fears

We think we have reformed
We feel we have evolved
We say we are better
Well, we are the same zany bunch

(Dedicated to the neurites)

 

Still married, but this time, he seems to take the effort to make me happy - by buying some new clothes for him, helping out in the cleaning, and having a family movie night watching Bahubali (1). Baby steps, but it makes me happy to be heard.

 

Feel so grateful to have found this website, people go out of their way to help others.

 

“I am scared of you!”
“Why? WHY? Will I chop off your head and kick your butt and snap your limbs.”
“You are too forceful.”
“WHAT? I will swing you and toss you and rip off your skin.”
“You are slightly loud ...”
“WHAT? Yes, I usually go screaming my lungs out and coughing my soul ..LOUD ...loud hogi teri nani …”

“Can you tone down a bit? You talk for self, you talk for me, you talk for others, you talk so much. It is difficult to have a conversation with you with your incessant and strong-willed talk.”
“HAAN! Toh kya...I have so much to talk, if others don't talk, that is their problem. If silence is gold then everyone ought to collect pots of gold underneath their beds by morning after a night's sleep. If others don't talk, it is their defect. FORCEFUL! LOUD!”

“You need to talk less feisty.”
“I TALK LESS! May be, I slightly elaborate, and then slightly add, and then some more clarification. All in less terms only.”
“Let's try to tame you down once more.”
“OK.”

That's how I promise my friend for the nth time that I would be sweet and soft on him.

Positive note: Friends esp. those who endure your dolby vocals are precious. Such false promises had to be made repeatedly to retain them.

 

I have started paint and ink since last year. Sibling also catches up and we share our “produce”.
Both gloat and toot and are immensely pleased with our “artwork”.
The other one silently observes and one day tosses her painting ... “This is called art”
We both tooters shut up.

Then I am on a cooking spree, tooty tooty again. Sibling shares her excitement.
We both swagger in a self-aggrandised flaunt as self-styled Julia and Julia duo.
The other one shares her dish and inquires, “How about this?”
We both tooters again shut up and retreat.

Few months ago, I joined free-styled dance classes. I have exhausted all reasons for not turning up consistently and almost gave up.
Sibling was already involved in dance and skit workshops and used to share her social performances.
We go tooting that we are Beyonce and Lopez. We are grace refined! We are lithe incarnate!
However, we are also on a watch not knowing when a video will pop up in whatsapp ...”This is called dance”

Positive note: Glad that there is at least some genuine talent in a family of shameless tooters.
Other note: Nice to have siblings in life. They don't take up the role of friends but are on the sidelines delivering the sharp punches needed in life.

 

Getting all excited planning for the 3 day Memorial Day weekend. A much needed break from work, release, deadlines, cooking and household chores.