swivel drivel

we have a side table fan in the hall for a month, now.

but firstborn uses the swivel option and
and he gets up to get some air.

and grinning, he moves along its radius

from point A. to point B.
and back again
from point B to point A.
again.
from point A to point B
and back again
from point B to point A.

from point A. to point B.
and back again
from point B to point A.
again.
from point A to point B
and back again
from point B to point A.

about a dozen times a day.

one of the things that makes my inner peace quotient go from 14.43 to 14.7

*deep exhale*

experiments with firstborn

firstborn, 6, used to come back with a complaint, whine or miaow of resentment/ hurt/ anger against his classmates.

all gone now, as i ask two questions when he comes back:

“Who did you help today?”

“Who did you appreciate today?”

so fb’s been on the lookout for boyscout moments: helping scraped knee kid to the nurse/ helping classmate pack her craft book in bag/ lending his sharpener to those who already have their own…

but it’s now 14 days… and fb is monomaniacal in the “praise” department. all his wows are for kid L.
Kid L brings his own colouring book and wastes no time in break time: putting red pencil to apple and green to leaf, and brown to worm (i presume).
fb is proud to be apprentice and ooh la la-er..
he tells kid L, everyday, “tell me what colour you need and i’ll give it to you from your box”
i think he can go on in this vein, till the rest of the academic year.

i now worry if kid L may be getting tired of fb breathing down kid L’s colour pencil box. and distracting the young artist from his cogitations.

peace

when i was away i made peace with most parts of myself…
i was silent
i fasted
i read
i meditated
not on the same day.
and sometimes all on the same day.

there’s still work that needs to be done on about 14.74 per cent of me. today i think it may be as much as 14.75 per cent, which remains to be deeply exhaled into calmness.

but now i think i am staying with you and staying with me 🙂

thank you everyone who left a comment, and missed the MiM shaped-hole in the vada that is the www.

so am. back (and not backspaced like i toyed with).
served crispy, oily and with three chutneys and curry leaves on top.

one month without an update

do i keep this blog alive?

or kill, kill, kill?