Over the past couple of months while I hung around the blogosphere, thanks to the unemployment, my Darling Sony and internet connection, I have read blogs I have liked and familiarised myself with the bloggers through their writing and constructed an image for a few of them. And, then I look at my own writings and wonder what does it speak of?
This maid, ma has, has left her husband and it’s been a while now. They used to work and live in Punjab, the maid, her husband and their baby daughter, but then, this man started to drink and create nuisance and after a while, she just took her daughter and left him. And now, the daughter stays with her grandparents, while she works here. She is nice, unlike that other one, who always asked me for money on my visits home because I was the daughter who earned money from a nice fat job; anyways this one gives me foot massages, well, sometimes. But, today I suddenly noticed that she still wears the sindoor, and somehow I felt something. Maybe it’s for hope, maybe it’s a fact, maybe it is the past, but it is, it is still there.
Thanks for the lemonade.... sings Chris Rice....life gave me lemonade and I can’t imagine why? ..........I like this song and the lyrics and his voice. I want to talk to him and tell him I too am a sucker for happy endings.
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