She Is Lucky

I used to call her 'my luck'. And lucky she was. Very.

Whenever I broke rules or skipped classes, she was my default accomplice. It was our internal joke that I would not get caught if she was with me. We were a team. We are still a team.

But I realise now that she is not lucky. Her luck just rubs off on everybody around her. So, as she passes on her luck to others, there is usually nothing left for her. Everybody gets lucky in her presence. It is in the air around her.

I just know this that someday she will find someone who works the same way for her. Someone in whose presence she would get lucky.

My luck.

Snaps By Dad.... Sometimes He Can Be A Genius...

sunset at Satranga

sunset at Satranga

veiw into a flower in our garden

sunset at Jhora

sunrise at Cafe Point ( my favourite)

a small, 2cm in diameter, flower...

surprises come in small packages!!

These are the pics that dad entered in a photography competition at the neighbourhood club.

Needless to say some of them got prizes.

Sometimes he sure makes m proud.... Very proud.

LETTING GO...

I have read it somewhere, I’m sure you must have read it too.

“If you want to know if something is yours, let it go.

If it comes back to you, then it was yours.

If it doesn’t then it was never yours.”

Words.

Hell, if letting go of a part of you were that easy, we wouldn’t be humans, would we?

But sometimes, letting go is all you can do. The only problem is that, the free advice above in the double quotation marks doesn’t come with a time period warrantee.

You never know how long ‘it’ will take to come back.

A day? A month? An year? A decade? Your entire lifetime?

All you can do is wait, and not lose hope even as the uncertainty settles over because you never know what letting go will result in.

After Years Of Ignorance......Spectacles! DAMN!

When I last entered the cabin of the eye specialist in our hospital, I was barely 9 years old. She gave me vitamins and called me "baby".

When I walked back into the cabin, and after she was done with the standard procedure, she gave me the most magnificient frown i had ever seen.

"When was the last time you got your eyes checked?"

"When I was in 4th standard, i think."

"And now you are in...?"

"12th standard."

And again that gorgeous frown.....

And then came the best part. She called DAD irresponsible. I just about managed to stiffle a guffaw.

But the point is that I have got eye power. Very high eye power for beginners.  -2 in the right eye and -1.5 in the left. My friends were either shocked or they gave me the "finally!" look.

So now I am going to look like an owl.

On a brighter note, according to my friends, I already look like an owl.