• Scorpion’s sting

                                                 

    Today is yet another day hot and muggy

    slightly cloudy. 
    I wonder how it will unfold
    Will it bring smiles?
    Will it bring sadness?
    I’ll be traveling all the way
    To see my mother
    And another
    Whose very name
    Makes my heart run cold.
    A woman filled with devious thoughts
    Who lies without the slightest flinch
    Who loves to gossip
    And make trouble
    For all those who come her way.
    She thinks she is a peace maker
    A problem solver
    A whistle blower.
    A healer.
    But she is a home wrecker
    A child stealer
    And a person you’d do best to stay away.
    So I wonder what today will bring
    Will I have to face the scorpion’s sting?

  • A gaping hole

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

    If I had the power to change one thing, I would would change my decision to send my daughter abroad to study.

    All over my house there are pictures of two smiling girls, my girls who look back at me,sometimes with shyness, their eyes twinkling bright, their faces reflecting joy and  happiness. Today, alas I have only one girl with me and I look at the photos with deep regret and a sense of loss – the loss of my older girl who is lost to me forever.

    I can never forget those warning words of Col.Simeon the husband of my mother’s bridge partner who voiced these words ” Never send your child abroad to study for an under graduate program. The child is too young and will never come back.”

    Like so many others, I scoffed at them, dismissing them as being typically negative and regressive.  ” That will never happen to me. My daughter will always be mine. I want her to study, broaden her mind and be equipped to conquer the world.” So I sent her abroad, confident that she would return and today those words return to haunt me every time I see her face, frozen in a photograph.

    Alas, things were not meant to be and foolishly, nay stubbornly refused to see the writing on the wall : her reluctance to speak on the phone ( I used to call her just to hear her voice message on the answering machine because that’s what I heard most of the time), her extreme reluctance to come home for the holidays and her impatience to get back, her slow withdrawal from the family and her strong attraction to her friends who eventually became her family and finally just the complete transformation of my little girl to a strong, independent woman who had a mind of her very own.

    Every time I look at the pictures of my girls around the house, I remember the words of Khalil Gibran reproduced here below.

    Your children are not your children. 
    They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. 
    They come through you but not from you, 
    And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. 
    You may give them your love but not your thoughts. 
    For they have their own thoughts. 
    You may house their bodies but not their souls, 
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. 
    You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. 
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. 
    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. 
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. 
    Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; 
    For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    And I also remember the saying
    “If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it is yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.”

    So it would seem my daughter was never mine to begin with but I truly believe that if I had not trusted her so implicitly, if I had not believed that she could ever leave me, if I had only listened to Col. Simeon, I would have had two daughters smiling back at me.

    Not a moment goes by every day when I think if I had the power to change one thing, I would go back and tell her ” Child, go abroad after four years. Finish your graduation here and go. ”  I now tell every mother who asks my advice about sending children abroad – if you are prepared to live alone, talk to an answering machine, get woken up in the middle of the night ( if at all the telephone rings) and are prepared to lose your child then definitely send them abroad……

    I don’t believe in regrets and am pretty much happy with my life, but if I had the power to change one thing I would would change my decision to send my daughter abroad for studies. It transformed her life as it transformed mine and left me with a gaping hole.

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  • My European Skies

    Last week I was travelling in Europe and had a chance to see the most dramatic skies made all the more different by the different architecture and landscape
    Sailing down the Vecht, we passed some pretty villages like this one. The day was mixed, sometimes blue and clear skies while at other times with grey or white clouds. Occasionally there was even a clamouring of dark clouds threatening to bust but luckily they held back and we enjoyed a blissful day on the water, sipping wine and eating grapes – truly reminiscent of a bygone age. 

    On my way to Barcelona on the high speed train, the countryside whizzed past me – a landscape that changed from verdant to sandy and stark but all the while beautiful.

     Early morning in Madrid the sun just kissing the sky before blazing down at 34 degrees. Was it really an autumn day? The leaves on the trees announced the changing seasons but we didn’t so much as experience a nip in the air.

     

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