Whimsical 9

 So, we have cool conversation about who will care for my now 6ye old sons children. Yeah, you heard it right.

In a WhatsApp call with a cousin, we were discussing about having a farm around the cousins neighborhood and spend our retirement life in peace. When the 6ye old intervened, with offense, because I was being irresponsible and not planning well. Oh, I'm irresponsible because I'm not bothered about nurturing and watching over his kids growing up, while his wife and he go about earning their livelihood. I vehemently refuted and argued that we each have different lives. He was not buying into the argument. Instead reinforced that I be his kids nanny, and tender to them, while his dad entertain them. Oh, well!

Later that day, he came back and announced that he found a brilliant solution. He goes on, "what do you think of my whole family staying with you in your farmhouse?". I deny, telling he needs to earn his livelihood, and can enjoy a farmhouse living with me when he retires, probably, after he turns 60. The guy goes, "what? When I turn 60, you won't be alive. How can I live with you." I try arguing. He is very confident. Reasons logically, "look! Thatha is over 60 now. He doesn't have either of his parents. That's why I'm telling, you won't be alive when I turn 60". Alright! Case closed!!

நாங்கள் இப்படி படிப்போம்

 

Me is a infinite nothing

 From a sapphire plane,
Of tiny feeble hum,
With my fellas
I transit:
To a dark space;
Alone do I swim
Exploring the darkness,
Not a bit of fear.
There's a feeble humdum
Quite distinct from the hum.
I squirm through a rathole:
Intense pain, 
Air pushing through me
Helpless, I look out for my fellas
None to help, oh, none to help.
I acquaint the space around me,
I grow into a familiarity,
They call this life,
They call this world.
There's intense love,
There's intense fun,
Mom, son, daughter,
Plants I see, animals I live with,
There is splendid beauty
Within and Beyond.
Too busy navigating this love and life,
Memories of the sapphire plane, I lose.
There's intense familiarity.
Fear of unknown boggles us.
Until I reach an unknown.
Unknown arrives,
As I transit,
Through a rabbit hole
Into a distinct plane
All too unfamiliar.
Neither dark nor pain,
Yet, I'm scared.
I seek my 'love' of the world,
They're too busy feeling my lack,
Mourning their loss,
Oh, where shall I go, 
whom shall I seek,
My loves of the world traverse familiarity, 
Albeit with a dent.
I'm alone in an unfamiliar plane.
I run helter skelter.
Returning, not a choice,
The familiarity of sight, hear,
Touch, taste all too gone.
I seek and seek,
Until the distinct plane is all too familiar,
There's plomp and splendour!
I'm lost in it, 
Memories of the world, all I lose.
I navigate the new plane:
Wandering and acquainting,
Familiarizing and fantasizing.
Until i slip into my next plane!
The journey shall continue, 
The pieces of universe remains!
Splendid abundance,
Beauty a vanity,
Me is a infinite nothing,
In multiple planes!

Self-critic

 The 6yr old is an excellent self-critic. He has taken to drawing and painting as a daily activity. Today, we were both busy with work and suggested he spend time drawing. Very excitedly and with such joy, he pulled up a paper and drew the pic on top. He looked at it from several directions, then came to me and commented, "Amma, I don't like this one, can I take another paper and draw another". I readily agreed to this, and he then began drawing, using watercolor to paint (had a conversation on brushes midway). And made the picture at the bottom. I loved the beak, and his patient painting of the trees and cherries.

A little while after completion, he couldn't bear to see a drawing go waste, picked up his bright paint sticks and colored the first one. I love the hue and tone. 

Initiative, introspection and self criticism is the best way to grow!

Drink through skin

Yesterday was a beyootiphool full moon day, and I went running around a circuit in the neighborhood. And breathed in the beauty around me, sans people. As I returned home and showered, Bloom was behind me all the while, as he wanted me to read him to sleep. When I filled in my water bottle, I remembered that I hadn't drunk water throughout the day, as it was rainy and didn't feel thirsty. He immediately blurted, "Have you become a frog?! You know, Frogs can drink water through their skin on a rainy day." Alright! Frogs I am!