It’s been a week now since I woke up to a damp front road. There was a faint smell of wet earth that soon vanished with the hope that the rains had come .
The clouds are gathering but not a drop of rain still !
The weather forecasters are wrong as usual and we just have to watch and wait.
Have a happy weekend . I’m linking this post to #SkywatchFriday where you can see other skies from around the world .
Many a parent wonders what his child will grow up to be. Many children too wonder what they will grow up to be. After 5 decades on this planet , I still don’t know what I want to be so I was quite intrigued when Daughter No 1 said that according to the Chinese, the child himself has an idea of what he will grow up to be.
How is this possible?
Simple really, on the child’s first birthday, each adult brings along an object that represents a profession. E.g. a running shoe means an athlete, a saucepan means a housewife ( you get the drift don’t you?)
Now, this is not a simple forecast or wish fulfilment. These objects representing the profession are chosen according to the traits the child has exhibited so far and placed before the child for it to choose instinctively.
Last Friday we celebrated Ms. Papaya turning ONE . Long after Wow Dinga and Po had gone home ( they would have grabbed the objects) and ruined the game, based on our observation of her personality traits and likes and dislikes thus far, we placed before her :
Slightly sceptical , we waited with baited breath. What will she choose? The book was her favourite book and she loved the ball too. Surprisingly, Ms. Papaya sat in front of the objects, pondered over the choices in front of her and then wiggled determinedly towards the pens, picking them up and grinning in triumph.
Now we’ll have to wait for at least twenty more years to see if she knew what she was wanted to grow up to be at age One!
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The other day, I opened my cupboard and saw things in a new light. I had too much stuff. Most of it, I didn’t need.
I realised that this is the case with a lot of things in my life. To begin with, I have far too much weight I do not need.
I have many clothes I never wear.
I have books that lie for years un-read
But more than that, I have worries in my head that keep me tossing and turning in bed
Why did X stop talking to me?
Did I do something to annoy Y so?
Will my party be a success?
How will I tell Q what I really think?
I’m not the only one who worries so – we all have stuff that needs to go:
Petty jealousies, imagined slights, imputed gestures,
Old arguments, long lasting envy, bitter memories,
Isn’t it time we let things go? 
