One evening my 3 year Rayaansh was sitting on the sofa. Day dreaming and eating grapes while I was sipping tea by the dinner table. The door bell rang. Me “ Rayaansh, can you get the door please”. I knew it was the baby sitter, who had gone down to buy something. Rayaansh nods no. Me, this time little firm “ Rayaansh, cmon please open the door”. Rayaansh “No, you go”. Me, “ I am having tea and you are done eating your grapes. Please open it. Someone is waiting.” Rayaansh, “ Someone can wait. I will not open” I was transported back to decades when the exact same conversation took place between my brother and me. We decided then that the person at the door can wait as neither would budge. It was dad who went all mental ringing the door bell and gave us both a good dressing down for it. P.S. – Both the time I relented and opened the door
Have you seen someone walking on a rope and balancing their way through? Well, I was very amused when I saw it the first time and still continue to be. Its skill of maintaining balance and using a balancing tool to be centered. According to me now, that summarizes life. Its always about striking the balance . We are either walking the rope and a plank whose width changes as per situations we encounter making the act of being centered either easy or challenging. At 2016 ends, right now I feel pull in different directions or rather the feeling of being torn between competing desires. Relationship v/s freedom . My dreams v/s someone else’s dreams and happiness. Shall I uproot what seems stable to venture into unknown territories? How do I know if I love or hate something unless I try it? Will I be able to discard dreams and stay happy When driving home after thanksgiving ceremony, the husband and I were wondering that does it take a crisis to see how out of sync things