Mondays...

Woke up late.
Shirt not ironed.
Can I still catch the 7:47 train?
Bus is late.
Run for the train. Pant pant pant.
Train stuck in tunnel because of signal malfunction.

I hate mondays.

Scram for the subway.
Pick up paper in between.
Metro card did not work at the turnstile. Swipe again. And again. Worked.
Squeeze in through the closing subway doors.
Run up the stairs to the street and to the office building.
Elevators.
Get out, flash id card, get into the office floor.
Rush to the cubicle to find someone else sitting in mine.
A hundred thoughts run through the mind before I gather the sense to ask him if he's new.
He says he has been working here for 3 years, asks me if am new.
Realize i got off on the wrong floor.
Phew.

Monday mornings open a whole new perspective.

Aditi

How I long to touch her, feel her, hug the breath out of her.

When I hear her voice on the phone, the sweet little nothings that she says out magically become words, talking to me, asking about my day, telling me about hers.

And when I see the picture of her sleeping on her side, as she always seems to do now, I wish I were right next to her on a Saturday morning, the alarm clock quietened, looking at her, watching her sleep.

How I yearn to run my fingers through her hair, how I wish I were the reason for every small shy smile on her tiny lips.

And the sight that widens her eyes into joyous glee.

Oh, how I miss my daughter.

Spelling bee

A child near my place has his spelling homework well done.

A for "apple"
B for "Ball'
C for "Poocha"...came the reply without hesitation. And it goes on..
D for "Naaya", E for "Aana"...


I am not joking!!