Colour
If you enter my home these days the first thing you would notice is
the killer fragrance of fresh paint. Initially it seemed like an answer to all my
prayers for home improvement but when everything gets upside down you begin to
question yourself as to how on earth you would resettle it all. However, once you begin to witness the outcome
of others and your effort in taking care of your home then nothing matters.
It is not always about achieving your
target but the real fun is when you enjoy the
journey you have to take before you reach your goal.
After many, many many years I had a
cup of black coffee. There was a time when I actually enjoyed this drink, for
the reason(s) still unknown to me. It was I think my 10th grade
exams when I needed to study at night. So after a lot of deliberation it was
decided to get myself used to of some caffeine.
I never liked tea although my family
tried their best to convince me otherwise, but I was determined that tea is not
going to be my love. At that time, and for so many years afterwards, I also
disliked having milk or anything made with it. Under those circumstances black
coffee appeared to be the only sensible choice.
That’s how coffee entered my life and
since then we have a pretty good relationship. Although now I have really came
to my senses and always take coffee with milk, but only once a day and that to
in a very small amount.
Excess of coffee or cold drink drains
our body of calcium so it is better to have a check and balance on the intake.
These days I am also struggling with
my wardrobe, I am developing dissatisfaction over the clothes made by my tailor
and even the boutique items. And the reason for the dissatisfaction is my Mom.
Yes she literally told me that if am her daughter and if I love her then I have
to learn stitching. A heavy price she asked for raising me.
Stitching is one thing in my life
which truly frightens me. I can safely say that it was easy for me study
financial accounting but working with threads, needle and a sewing machine
scares the hell out of me.
As a token of love to my Mom I have
learned stitching properly though not entirely. Thus after daily nightmares and
lot of struggle I finally know a thing or two about clothes.
I cannot at all claim to be an
expert; however, I have developed an eye to quickly see if tailor/designer has
taken pains or if he/she has hurriedly dealt with a dress.
Consequently, it
is becoming increasingly dissatisfying for me to accept anything badly
stitched. I have no idea as to how I would manage this new tendency in me so,
‘God, grant
me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the
wisdom to know the difference- Amen’ *
Sonya Syed. (Day 381)
* Serenity
Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr.
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