Masterpiece on the wall

         
One of those days, you wake up to a beautiful morning, look at the lovely view  outside ; Mine is that of the Arabian sea .. with the sunlight streaming thru the  depth of the  monsoon clouds and creating this magnificent illusions of diamonds glittering on this  appealing grayish blue bed  with lonesome ships  scattered  frugally  creating  this  astounding visual landscape.. My heart is filled with a sense of gratitude toward life, almighty; for the faculties to appreciate this view; Gratitude for the peace around me; Gratitude for being in the apartment with this view ..The irony; that’s where is stops..
The mind gets busy with the vagaries of life. The sadness the dwells deep within.. the memories of a  lost parent.. the fact that the loving, comforting  stroke’s, the warm hugs from Ma and Baba  will remain a dream this lifetime.. that only death will make us meet again.
That I will have no control over my daughter developing affection for completely worthless individuals..
That my daughter may never crave for  “Mum’s cooking” coz Mum almost never cooks as she never  has time..
That crappy painting on the wall. that ‘still hangs on the wall with my  disapproval like many other things in my life..
The traffic triggers vengeful thought of getting recruited in a political career,  yet another sabbatical or even better move cities..
Girls.. it’s PMS time.. when self pity is always larger than life and even  Mum in laws Masterpiece  on the wall looks crappy !!






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