Difficult questions!

Diya: (during her usual question-answer session right before sleeping ) Momma, will you go to Bhagwan ji ?
Me: Yeah, one day I might have to go.
Diya: Will you never come back?
Me: (hmmm) I am not sure.
Diya: (getting irritated) But why do you have to go?
Me: Because God would need me up there?
Diya: (surprised) You would give HIM food?
Me: Yeah I might
Diya: (more surprised) Would you sing songs to HIM so that he sleeps well?
Me: yeah, if HE insists
Diya: (just about to cry) Would you always stay there? What will I do then?
Me: You would have grown up by then, and would be able to take care of yoruself
Diya: (getting angry now) NO. I want you to take care of me. I dont want to eat food by myself. Please don’t go to Bhagwanji.
Me: Then what should I do if HE calls me?
Diya: I would scold HIM and ask HIM to leave. You have to stay with me only.
Me: (Time for some false promises) Ok dear – I would tell HIM that I’ll always stay here with my Diya..
Diya: (reassured) ok!

Will the slow and steady win this race?

So I have lost 3.5 kgs in 4 months! Is this too slow? or is it okay? It is hard to tell. I have been fairly regular with my yoga and walks. I have also ensured that I don’t eat heavy meals after 7:00pm. There have been lapses, lazy days and cheat meals. But all in all it has been fairly okay by my standards! I have a few more kgs to get rid of in order to feel fitter and more active. Let’s see how it goes and if I am able to achieve the target

Hum lamppost ke neeche padhkar bade huye hain!

My favorite song these days!

My biker dude!

Playing with chhui-mui at Wayanad!

She – Hesitation

She pressed the SEND button on the email window and let out a heavy sigh.  Exhausted by her own emotions, she got up and stood near the huge bedroom window to breathe in some fresh air. In the thick and opaque window glass, she could see the rough outline of herself - someone who felt distant and unrecognizable. She reflected a little more on the difference and found that the only thing separating her from the girl in the image was the golden glow of love. It would take only one step, one line, one gesture, and they could merge into one. But it was not to be, for she had given up on herself long back.