Some of the best things in life

As I ponder returning to a full time job, I think of the things I might no longer have time for. Simple things like running, cooking, photography, crochet. I know I will somehow “make” time for fitness, but will I enjoy it like I now do? The takeaways we order may taste better than some of my culinary experiments, but will they give me as much satisfaction? I can afford more expensive lenses, but what use are they without the leisure to shoot?

Some of the best things in life are cheap- if we can afford the time for them.

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Link to the article that started the thought off - Your Lifestyle Has Already Been Designed
 A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

A day for drawing attention....

This morning, I saw a girl in a mini-skirt telling me to buy a two-wheeler to commemorate International Woman’s Day. While I have nothing against mini-skirts, and I admit that to a woman who has to battle male gaze while using public transport nothing is more empowering than a two-wheeler; I didn’t like how the Day was being misused to sell two-wheelers.

The Day is for drawing attention to the issues that plague women across the globe- gender inequality, lack of choice, economic discrimination, sexual abuse - the endless cycle of poverty and reproduction. That’s what the Day is for.

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

On his terms

“Bye!!!”, my son told me, knapsack strapped onto his back. And with a jaunty wave, he was off. I wanted to run after him, pull him into a hug, tell him one more time how much I’ll miss him, reel of a set of instructions.

I held back. “Bye”, I said. “Have fun.”

His first school trip; three days and two nights away from home. I wanted to go to school and see him off, but held back. He doesn’t need me getting emotional. He needs to know we are in his corner rooting for him, but on his terms.

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

What's with our Weather?

 

What’s with our Weather?

A few days back, we had one of the hottest days in February. Less than a week later, we had the coldest day in March. Dress for the weather, they say, but which one? The temperature fluctuates from hour to hour- you are shivering in a full sleeved shirt in the morning, sweating in a sleeveless top a few hours later.

Maybe, we should just be happy there is no likelihood of rain- at least we don’t have to carry an umbrella with us. Though that may not be a bad way to protect us from the sun.

 

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Girls aren't superheros

The kids were trying to decide trying to decide which superpower they wanted, and I joined in. “If I were a superhero...”, I began, but they cut me short.

“Girls aren’t superheros”, they informed me.

“Oh really? How about Elastic Girl, and Invisible Woman, and Black Widow, and Wonder Women?”

“They are the only ones. There are hundreds and thousands of boy superheros for every girl superhero”, they informed me.

They did exaggerate slightly, but male superheros definitely outnumber their female counterparts. I wonder why it is so. Could it be because every woman is required to be a superhero?

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

She taught me.....

I was 14 when I met Scout Finch and heard her say, “I think there is just one type of folks. Folks.” Ten simple words spoken by a mere child! Ten words that ended up shaping how I view the world.

I am headstrong; I react in haste. But eventually, I put myself in the shoes of the other person, and once I do, it is not hard to understand why they did what they did. And I no longer hold it against them.

Empathy- that’s what my favourite character taught me.

What did your favourite female character teach you?

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

Image taken from the Internet

Back from the Future- blog hop

When first read about the Back from the Future bloghop, I knew I had to participate. The premise is simple.

You’re up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven’t brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking the half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you … from you.
You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox — sent from ten years in the future — and it’s filled with items you have sent yourself.
What’s in it?

A flat round stone eroded smooth. Where did it come from- the Chadar trek, Machu Pichu, or a deserted beach?

A ticket stub from Nairobi. Did I summit Mt. Kilimanjaro, shoot the Big Five, or go on work?

A menu of Bookworm Bistro. Was my first book written there? Did I open my own restaurant?

A shadow photograph of a woman flanked by two men. Is that how tall my younger one is going to grow? I turn it over. There is a note to me, from me.

(It’s nothing like you imagine. Much better than you dream. Carpe diem.)

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A Drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.