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The most reassuring way of starting a good day is to have breakfast with people who laugh with you, converse, gossip, pick up the positive from the negative and remind you of the humour in life! Here’s to the breakfasts which initially started with three ladies to include a young man today and inshallah more with the passing of time!
Some women, I look at and think alot about what kind of wives they would end up to be…no, I am not judgemental, its just something I cant help thinking (or maybe its their personalities that make my mind wander).
Other times I look at these women and wonder if they are thinking about what kind of a wife I am. ( Its my personality that makes my mind wander).
After working on this for almost a year….losing all the patience….gaining more white hair…sleepless nights and lots of convincing later, finally the campaign got launched today…..
This morning, sitting and waiting for an appointment, the law of attraction hit me so hard, i almost stumbled out of the chair i was sitting on. The possibility of bumping into her at 9.30 am on a random morning in a random place was totally coincidential.
Somethings, no matter how hard you try to keep to yourself, do manage to spill themselves out. This was definately one of them!
Yesterday, happily grocering away, I bumped into this woman in the fruit aisle. Tiny frame, slightly weak, pale looking, head covering, this female was pushing around a heavy trolly full of grocery supplies. At first I didnt know what was it about her that caught my attention, but something did, i knew for sure. While searching for the right kind of cereal, my mind was still thinking about the wierdly graceful lady. (and it would keep on thinking about her till i pin pointed what had caught my attention).
While paying at the counter, the lady again crossed my aisle. I looked (trying not to stare) and figuered. Beneath the chiffon covered head, there was no hair. none. and the woman still looked graceful and walked in stride. I admired her for not wearing a scarf when she didnt want to….for having the courage to do groceries on a sunday when the supermarket was full of tom, dick and harrys, and for believeing thats she will get better and not sympthising and sulking to herself. I couldnt help but smile at her when she looked my way. She too smiled back…..reassuring me that we are much more stronger than we think we are!
The scar on my right toe is a constant reminder for me to thank god endlessly for helping me make the right decision at that particular time!
With the situation around, the work slowing down, the lack of optimism and faith, the steeping prices and everthing else negative around….Mr lazys & Little Miss bossys Thailand trip seems to have happened so so long ago….
(The trip actually happened not too long ago in August)
In the recent times, I have heard quite a few stories of how there have been divorces happening, once the couple has a child or maybe two. What is it that men realise after the child’s birth, that leads to this decision?
Someone I know of went throught this recently. She came to Karachi (from UK) to deliver the second baby boy. Soon behind her followed the divorce papers…without the father even wanting to know who the baby looked like. After some pondering and battling, left with no choice, she resigned to fate. Now, recently, the father has demanded the custody of the kids.
The parentless woman in me jumped out and shrieked, that she should dump the kids with the ex and go around touring the world or whatever she wants to do. Afterall, the kids are not only her responsibility. And if they are supposed to be brought up by a single parent then might as well, let it be the dad…why not?
The selfish woman in me jumped out and shrieked that just because he wants the kids….she shouldnt give him the custordy….afterall, who can bring up the kids better than a mother?
The family woman in me felt bad for the kids either way…..in the whole course of the divorce, it would be the kids who would end up suffering the most…..
But deep down inside (though my family very vocally disagreed), I still feel that if the dad wants the kids, he should have them…..for once maybe the mother will get to live the life she wants….
One blogspot account, one wordpress…another wordpress and yet now another wordpress….as a matter of fact I have come a long long way….
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