February 2018

I had an opportunity to spend part of last week with Mum and as we were doing certain activities together, I realized how different things are now, and how much of our lives have been reversed so that what she used to do for me I am now doing for her.  It was a sad realization but one that I cannot ignore and so this just acted as a catalyst to strengthening my resolve to do as much as I can for my dear Mum while I still have the opportunity to do so.

Anyone (especially females) who rock short hair can tell you how traumatic it can be when one goes to the barber to get a hair cut only for the barber to cut the hair wrong. In most cases, to camouflage the bad hair cut, one goes looking for a headscarf, a bandana, a cap, a hat or whatever headgear they can place their hands on in order to hide the shame. Sometimes some people look like a badly sculptured image. The consolation is that eventually, the hair does grow back.

For some strange reason this past week has had events that led me down memory lane more than I have been in the recent years. Some memories were good while some were not so good. But there was one particular memory that got me so pensive to the point of almost getting me emotional (read crying).  Let me shed some light for you to understand what I mean.

This last week was one of the most tiring weeks I’ve had in a long time. My days literally got linked into each other until at some point I found myself not remembering which day I was in. Actually I remember someone calling me on Friday afternoon and on asking me how my week had been, I just told them it had been one long Monday.