Did you miss me ?Yes? Just a tiny bit? A teeny weeny bit? An Infinitesimal, microscopic, atomic bit? An itsy bitsy teeny weeny bit? (Stop thinking about the yellow polka dot bikini!) No?!! For God’s sake, lie a little, will you?!
Well, I did think of you. (Not in that madly-in-love-24-by-7-I-think-of you-Shahid-Kareena-used-to-be way but more, mature, quiet, deep Manyata-Sanjay way. (Despite having a deadline to meet—which explains why I was away. Deadline is still ticking—but hey some things just cannot wait.) Honest—and I am not lying.
When I read your blogs or the comments you leave, I wonder about your lives, what you might be doing at that moment. How would you be feeling? What would you be thinking? What will you be waiting for? (I think a lot—I am always thinking, 24 by 7, in a Saif-Kareena- obsessed- about- thinking way. Its no coincidence that I conduct workshops on developing thinking skills for a living!)
I wonder—Do you have a time of the day when you really come alive? As kids, we used to wait for that final bell to ring, that announced it was end of the school for the day (The long bell) and out we would rush. I headed for the basket ball courts. Always. (Later went on to play at National level—but that’s another story) I used to wait for the moment that signaled freedom and used to love zooming, almost flying to the courts.
Today , I guess the moment that I wait for is the time my kids come back from school. I will not miss it for anything in the world. I truly live for that moment, when they rush into my waiting arms for a hug, with a shout of "Mummeeeeeeee" .(I never knew how much my heart could hold until someone called me mommy) This is the time the words are chugging out at a speed faster than McLaren F1 ,both kids competing with each other to be heard, to tell me what happened during the day. I simply LOVE it. It gives me joy in unparalleled proportions—Mere words do not suffice to express how happy I feel at that moment. They really talk and I really listen. Then, it is time for hot food and a drink. After which the three of us spend at least an hour, playing, lying next to each other, talking, fighting, bickering, laughing, bonding. This is the time each day, when I am so contented to think that I have chosen to do something that allows me to be with my kids. I feel a little sorry for S that he misses out on this. (He feels bad too but more than makes up for it during weekends.)
Is there any moment like that in your life? A moment that you wait for, look forward to, a moment that you really enjoy? A moment that makes you come alive? (No, I am NOT referring to the Jack Daniels or the Vodka moments here —maybe Master-card moments if an advertising analogy has to be drawn)
If you want to share your joyful moments I’d love to listen.