What is wrong with today?

Well, firstly I hoped to find my mobile that I forgot yesterday near my workplace. And well those hopes were dashed.

None of my teammates who worked late found it. L The Lost and Found didn't have it!!! The shiftlead who was supposed to gi through the CCTV

footage let me know that it would be difficult to find out since they don't monitor inside work bays!!

I am beside myself!!!! I am wracking my brains trying to remember what is stored in the mobile!! Apart from the telephone numbers, I had some

data in it!!! Some passwords, some stuff!!! GODDDDDDD. But thanks heavens that I don't have fotos there!! Thank god, This is a primitive mobile

that I had!!

Yet , I m not to lose hope. the lost and found will get back tomorrow.

And then what else happened?

Coming back from the cafeteria after lunch, my sandal broke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now today being 'Orange' Day, I had worn sortaa orange-sortaa beige sandals. These were in the store for the past 4 years, I got them out specially

for the dress I wore today!!! Gosh I couldn't wear these and walk neither could I walk barefeet!!!

Thankfully, Manu and Devika offered to help. I wore Devika's sandals and both Manu and I went to her PG to pick up a spare pair of footwear and came back with a very miserly set.

The only bright point here is that I discovered a new shortcut from office to Brookefield!!! Golly a good 4 km will be saved , if I take this route regularly!! But as all shortcuts are, this is pothole ridden and also otherwise a shock absorber damaging road!!!!

Tears...

Yesterday something happened, and that brought tears to my eyes - tears of joy.



I washed some clothes and meant to dry them in the balcony. So I brought the bucket out. Pratham, was waiting for me and he immediately caught hold of the handle saying ' prathamaak, maka jay, thay vharta' ( This is For Pratham. I want this!! I am taking this there(Kitchen)) Now , I was in a hurry and hence was a bit irritated at this. But my trying to get him to leave the bucket was in vain. He put his hand through the handle and half dragged it away from me as I watched exasperated. I decided to give no more thought and tried closing the balcony door and in this attempt closed the door on my toes. Unable to bear the pain I gave a painful exclamation some thing like 'Aai Aii'



My dear son left the bucket wherever it was and came running to me!!! All the time saying ' Mummy kite zaale? Bubu zaalo? Mummy mummy!!' (Mummy, what happened? Got hurt?) There was soo much concern in his voice. I was touched.

I said - nothing dear, this door hit me.



In response, my puttu stroked my toes and gave the door a slap!!!!



I watched feeling soooooo surprised !! My Son , all of two years had come to apply salve on my wounds. It felt soooo nice..



Later in the evening when I told this to Krishna , his eyes became misty.



To realize that even at this small an age , your offspring has feelings and compassion... What else do we as parents want?