Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Land with Sand, Stone, Pebbles, Grass, Plants, Green

Hot summers started to show the true heat.  ME back, angel on way soon .. its a lovely day ..  Hunger reminds of all the wonderful recepies we enjoy  in india.. thinking of food just makes us rush back to eat and eat hahahaha

Monday, June 20, 2011

The Sands of Forgiveness

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”
The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
Each day i learn something new, i am old but never too old to learn, i am able to forgive one then why not the other, these are the silly thots in my mind TOM dats what sand always said.. and i am doing just dat today.. its funny as  the hour glass passes how different things look turning back.. and thats exactly what i am feeling, left over here on ss desk... in time you will see the wonderful colors of TOM and will smile and will let another smile too.. if you feel its painful.. just remember how lucky we are to feel the pain and know we are still alive.. then to be lying in some place with no pain... not even knowing our TOMS hahahah ... its a beautiful day.. god i love reading all the blogs i am following.. all you people have a nice day...

Where is Sand is all well .. slow .. all ways .. always... thinking har waqt sands sands sands

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Songs on Sands

Agnetha Faltskog














What now my soul?
Now that you left me
How can I live
through another day?
Watching my dreams
turning to ashes
And my hopes into
bits of clay
Once I could see
Once I could feel
Now I am numb
I've become unreal
I walk the night
Without a goal
Stripped of my heart
My soul

I feel the world
closing in on me
Here come the stars
Tumbling around me
There's the sky
Where the sea should be

I'd be a fool
To go on and on
No one would care
No one would cry
If I should live or die

Only my last goodbye
My Soul

Monday, June 6, 2011

Paths of life

'When it rains, it pours'
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5th June 2011 started so... on a brightly sunny day... Bzy all day, no matter how much i tried to keep san(e) mind just could not sit still. One desk to other draged the day to 15hrs of paper work. Entering to the den saw Mr. Santan.. looking at us with sad eyes, we knew things dont look good and will be so from now on. Said come Dad we to hospital please..Did not see kids, did not sit hahah heavy rains yet no shower. Diabetic is a silent killer they say - but who cares - especially not the ones who have it. Dad was attended by fine people which made him smile and said - baba all becoz of you - the two peas of siblings looked at us thinking - ah there she goes with another credit.. But we know what it is. Going back too many memories of hospital. With mom, constantly doing the best we thot. But guess its never enough.  Out of hospital at 3am  to nap a while and snoring till 6 am

6th June - woke with jolt wen dad was discharged and came back to house. Little Isabella crying for mommy in her own world at 2.5 months hahaha hardly knowing  what's going around. Potato/jumping beans fast asleep - So many formalities for kith residence to stay here. So much of help to us.

Another day to rush and get all documents we virtually flying to  Hong Kong, Macau and other places in South East Asia.


Finally got booking :) what a relief. 

Desk to desk, rushed d day, out and out to hospital. Ah san, world of colors too take a lot of time. v sing and pray the day goes light with sands. Dad on drips again, very fatigue - MEN  god do you imagine !! and spoke... 4 mins - dats what is still in years to carry till death do us.  Doctors are nice and said vitamins and regulate... but where do men listen .. most of all dad. Dose for us all and straight lines but he will carry on smoking his lungs to glory...  came home cannot even remember the time..ah sands still on window... thank you thank you thank you God..  you are the god of small things.. no no small beings. Hardly time for potato and beans, every tick tock reminds us ... both will be out of sight and we in tears already. God i miss them. Aah  Thank you got Angel said day went well.  Difficult for dad to come up 3 floors all times keeps saying  - baba no more i am finished - where did my pores disappear? - Pillow and next thing i know its  San Sans and Sun again... hahahaha

7th June 2011 -8:30am : Dad still sore. We asked ME help to force dad eat poridge. How else to pep him. Loads on desk, mind in shredder haha work - kids - parents - analyse - dream- live- smile-make others smile - support - work - stay hungry - still stand strong - wow  (WOO DA MEN) isnt dat nice... i love you ladies.. beep beep all keep asking.. are you at the bus stop - naa its da desk   and we on toes..
Lovely day - God i thank you.. you bzy.. is ok  ..... oops yes you dont like these two words   i s o k !!!
come come ... hello where... yes we on desk .. where and how else to come... sow the bills.....hahaha
we wark  water plz....