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Erase hurt and pain, Forgive, and you will gain. Erase blindness, Let there be kindness. Don't misjudge, Erase  mistrust,  Work on a relationship Don't let it rust.  Erase the 'cannot', don't tie a knot, Let positivity be your mascot.  Erase envy, anger and fear, Hold close love and good cheer.  Erase the bad and the ugly Wear a coat of goodness snugly.  Always be happy and bubbly!

On disappointments It is okay to be down in the dumps To experience  life's many bumps Don't fret for too long anyway For tomorrow is another day A new beginning is on its way.  The storm was fierce The night was long I prayed, I trusted,  And there was a rainbow one morn Thank you, Lord, for the happy song.   

It precisely 4.27pm on this 27th day of March and the evening sun is streaming into the living room bringing with it the scent of summer.   How lovely it is to hear the cuckoo call in the early hours of the morning.  I feel bored, disturbed and restless. The results of a job interview were not as I had hoped for. I try and tell myself that whatever happens happens for the best and there could be something better in store for me. A cheat meal was in line.  I treated myself to a yummy banana and peanut butter smoothie a while ago. That is hardly something you have when on a diet. Since my head is all messed up, I might as well take refuge in comfort food.  The maid is in the grip of wedding fever. A nephew's wedding is on the horizon which will be followed by the weddings of her own son and daughter. She will go on leave and is keeping a substitute. The substitute is another young girl. I can hardly te...

I have not had the Monday blues this week, instead, a deep purple has been the colour of the day. Two lovely deep purple Portulaca flowers greeted me this morning and set my heart aflutter. I bought the plant last week in Pune and carried it all the way to Mumbai. Luckily it survived the journey and now shows off its blossoms in all glory and splendour. The younger son who is quite a pro helped me transfer it from the little packet of mud that it travelled in to Mumbai to a medium-sized pot.  My gardening skills are improving slowly but steadily. I do not have many gardening tools, in fact, I get by with just a broad blade knife at the moment.  I have learnt a little about mulching and watering and compost and manure. It is nothing but exciting to watch a plant sprout tiny leaves and then watch the leaves grow. You impatiently wait for a bud to open, checking on it every day and when it opens you are thrilled to bits.    There is a pale peach  Hib...

  A picture  is worth a thousand words. When the above picture,went viral, it received brickbats and bouquets.   At face value the picture is nothing but heartwarming. The children are happy as happy can be.  The real smartphone eludes them, but they make the best use of and find happiness in whatever comes their way even if it is a slipper. We adults spend our lives hankering for more...bigger, better, fancier...it goes on and on.  Making the most of what you have is what happiness is really about.   This post is part of BlogchatterBlogHop link.

I was born to middle-class parents who were raised by hard-working and God-fearing ladies and gentlemen. Here, I pay tribute to Mom's side of the family. Mom was the third of nine siblings. Two were taken in their youth. The oldest was a boy and the only son of his parents. Two of the sisters joined the convent, and two remained unmarried. Nana Dorothy and Papa Joseph raised their nine children in a four-room house in suburban Mumbai, which must not have been quite enough for them. Nana reared pigs and kept poultry in her backyard. Papa worked at the Port Trust and did voluntary work in the church. The church was close to his heart as it was to his home. The family saw some very difficult days but coursed through.  As adults, every one of them was able to fend for themselves. My uncle, Berchmans also my Godfather bought a pressure cooker for his mother with his initial earnings. He stood by the family in thick and thin. Gen...

Today's Times of India carried a piece by journalist Jug Suraiya titled Unpaid COOs and here's a page from one such unpaid Coo's diary...read on.  As a regular homemaker, my day begins pretty early. The 'cheerful' buzz of the alarm awakens me to the sights and sounds of the day. it is 7am and ever so cold these days. I reluctantly drag myself out of bed. My youngest has already left for college at the unearthly hour of 5.45am.Being quite adept in the kitchen, he rustles up breakfast for himself. I have much to be thankful for.   I remind myself to practice my breathing exercises and then trudge to the kitchen. My 'ginger -infused' warm water is all ready for me to glug down. (Thanks to my significant other)While tea happily brews on the stove, my significant other is busy pottering around in the kitchen, preparing his starters as in a smoothie. Now that water and tea both have been drunk, it is time to get down to the business of takin...