A new world turns three today. A world that changed our lives, our perspectives. A world where we have the opportunity to be a toddler all over again, and act by instincts than judgements. A world where we draw breath and believe strongly in hope. A world where biology means nothing and there is just infinite inclusion. A world that keeps reminding us that miracles happen.
Together, lets celebrate three years of life in this world.
Forever in gratitude,
Hopie
I wish to talk about some numbers today. Did Shakespeare ever write about them? Or was he content with his perspective of names? Well numbers always deceive me and I wonder why. The most talked-of ones precisely. Waist and Weight. If I plot time against one of those, my graph would soar higher than the growth rate of India that our honble PM has been incessantly publishing the last days. No exaggeration here. Should I call it a mid-life growth-spurt?
This morning, with my strict low calorie diet, i ate what would translate to 2kg of body mass. Chapathi sugar and ghee. The eating was enlightening and it indeed did take me back to my childhood days. But then the numbers? I have been switching sizes like crazy the last years. And I am very elated at this point, that on continuing such a diet as mentioned, I have successfully managed to step into my husband's... well night pants. Ye they fit me so perfectly! And I dont even have to use the tie string! I am glad I have moved on in life... from sharing a wardrobe with my sister to sharing a wardrobe with my husband.
Back to numbers. Like Bella tells Edward "we're the same temperature now"; after eight years of marriage, I can utter the same romantic dialogue to prem. But on waist sizes. And in Fahrenheit please.
Three cheers to will power,
Hopie
So back to routine after sometime. Its noon time, time for cookers and cooking. Im totally occupied with all four burners on and zonked out as to which has salt and which doesn't. I try to taste one by one and finally find out when I hear a sniff from the hall. I am now trained tp recognize different toddler calls, which ones are safe, what means crisis and when I would find Tarzan there. The sniff is an emergency and it was Avyukth. I rush to him and he points to his ear. Its bleeding (ok not so much) and with my out-of-the- kitchen brain I immediately apply turmeric and reassure him urgently because I could smell burnt food. It was the cauliflower. I run inside and remove it and continue to complete the rest (in a hopefully more optimal manner) when Akshath walks in. They still cannot differentiate first and third person when they talk. Akshath blurts "amma unakku ears la manja podi podlaama". I recall my meditation lessons, switching the sambar to sim, wash my hands and in the worst parenting lesson ever possible, apply turmeric to his ear. He checks with his hands, its gooey, he's happy and runs out. Finally. I continue and in a minute Avyukth walks in. "Amma unakku ears la perunkayam podlaama?". I close my eyes as my brain fights between anger and laughter. And laugh.
Thank god its thursday.
Cheers,
Hopie
