Gloomy Days and Rainy Mornings

Days like this. Days when the nights are short and rained over and mornings are gloomy and cold, and dark clouds are pregnant with the promise of more rain. Mornings when I try to wake her up for school and she stirs without a murmur, without complaint. When she silently lets me carry her to the bathroom, eyes closed, reluctant to let sleep slip away, still not complaining. When she lets me brush her teeth, still silent, eyes still closed. When she finally whispers, “Don’t wash my eyes, amma, don’t send away my sleep, it’s very nice to close my eyes and think I’m still sleeping.” It’s on days like this when I never want to let her go, when I want to bundle her up, all slim legs and arms with hints of elbow and knee dimples, all mop of curly hair and dimpled chin and super soft tummy, bundle her up in the warmest, softest blanket and put her right back inside my tummy and keep her there in that cocoon, safe forever. My baby.

Psst: Does anyone think there’s any chance this reverse psychology here might work?

Blessed sunlight!

We, the puny earthlings, are overwhelmed by your blessings and (over)prosperity and (over)abundance of love in this humble planet. Us mere mortals are in awe of your strength and capacity to keep shining down on us ceaselessly, tirelessly, relentlessly, and all other lessly.

Have you noticed, revered sunlight, there’s the smell of this rain in the air. Pesky rain! How dare it even think of overriding your constant, unending blessings and even dare to think that we’d welcome it here on this brown, dry, warmest of warm earth?? How dare it take the liberty of taunting us mere earthlings with its tantalizing (or so it thinks. Hah!) smell of water, and coolness and romance and life. How dare it even think that us humblest of humble earthlings are open to taunting!

Forget that pesky rain, blessed sunshine. Please keep blessing us with your unending love for us. We are just dying, DYING I say, to continue receiving your benevolence, your eternal light, your life-giving (not to say life-taking) love, and of course, the much-talked about blessings.

Only, do you think you might just, just bless us a little less?

Hello world!

So, like I was agreeing with my sister the today, I thank God everyday that I still have my humor intact. In addition to my biting sarcasm. Which usually only comes right back and bites me in my ass anyway.

What better way to let out all the sarcasm that’s borning inside me than to give birth to it, let it out into the world and watch the fun? Heh.

And so, here goes.