Some of my non-human companions

Update 2

I am learning new things everyday and most of it is about myself.

Routines are so important to me. Just cleaning my face, flossing and getting into bed, with a book, comforts me.
How one small snack reminds me home.
How I am missing home this much? Didn’t think I would. I think my parents hear the yearning in my voice.
How I learn that I can live with anyone without really losing my mind or my temper. I, of course,  have huge arguments in my head. But I also realise that’s enough for me. I will do anything to not upset the apparent calm.
Again, wondering what the point of this experience is? And why don’t I have the patience to wait and find out.
Will it show me a new way or help me to take the beaten path, in a better fashion? I am also learning about people who complain constantly and assure me  it’s professional behaviour.

 

Important lessons

I have no idea how many hours my employees work — I just know they get the work done.

Update 1

It’s a Sunday afternoon and the thing I am missing the most seems to be the SUNDAY Papers. A nice cup of tea, made by me, too? At the same time, I am not missing the noise of traffic or incessant honking or the noises I associate with Mumbai.

Sometimes you are too close to something and can’t see the good in it. There are days when I feel like that. It’s been 10 -11 days that I am here now but still feel like a guest or like on an assignment. There are other days when the wind rushes through my face and forces me close eyes and I wonder why I question the timing of it all.

 

 

 

Choices, choices

It’s a word very few people stop and examine, I think. I often to get hear ‘Lucky you are doing what you want to do (though can’t say I agree). You, at least, have a choice… I don’t.’

The way I see it is I am not lucky. It’s a choice I make. I pick one and then don’t think of the other possibilities that could have been. It doesn’t always make it the right choice. Wrong jobs, wrong confessions, horrid companions — all are the result of a choice once made some where. But they were my choices, I would think. Better or worse. Regret not, and learn from, for future reference.

For any decision there are always at least two things you can do. One option might not always be practical or the easier way out, hence seems like ‘no choice’. Is how I rationalised.

But then I read this. (Yes it is a cheesy site but sometimes sums things well). And I realised that’s what bugged me. The constant lack of ownership of choices made.