“When we feel jealous, we tell ourselves a story. We tell ourselves a story about other people’s lives,” says Parul Sehgal, an editor for The New York Times Book Review, in her TED Talk, a poetic meditation on an oft-resented emotion. “These stories make us feel terrible because they are designed to make us feel terrible. As the teller of the tale and the audience, we know just what details to include to dig that knife in.
It was a hot summer afternoon. The crowded waiting room did not dampen my spirit, my body and soul was already loving the cool air conditioned space around me. I found a cold steel chair to place myself for a long haul to the counter to get my papers processed.
The notice right in front of my eyes ‘ No Mobiles ‘ squashed any thought I could have had about playing with my mobile. A faint tune in the background was almost lulling me to sleep……but I woke up just in time to hear my own sound…softly snoring or purring you may say…
I am sure snoring has been a bane in many people’s lives. As a child I always thought only old, boring people snored! And now that I am not really that old or boring ( at least my friends say so ) I cannot face the reality that that funny sound is coming out of me!
Having dreaded the sound of loud snoring all my life, I was shocked to realize that the constant background noise I heard at night was a gift from my husband’s side of the bed! I was traumatized and tormented, reading up and trying all remedies to stop the disturbing sound. I stuffed my ears with cotton, it felt as if I was smothered in my sleep. Then I tried those funny strips on his nose hoping that the advertisements meant what they said. But no, they never do. Next, I tried to turn him to his side and got some respite but only till he turned back with the trumpet blowing away into the dead of night.
It all began when all of a sudden I started having a very deep happy sleep. Not the usual light sleep of an excited hyper active person…but the kind one sees on the beautiful faces of women aired on the advertisements on television for comfy mattresses. Having experienced a week long blissful nights I wondered how the transformation happened….well it is said that if you can’t beat them, join them! Now the children play back recorded sounds of night time orchestra coming from our room!
Born Oprah Gail Winfrey in Kosciusko, Mississippi, United States. Orpah was born to mother, former maid Vernita Lee, and father, war veteran Vermon Winfrey. Oprah Gail Winfrey was the richest African American of the 20th century, however Orpah Gail Winfrey wasn't born into a rich, or even middle class family. Orpah Gail Winfrey was born in an economically troubled neighborhood and raised by a single-teenaged mother in the city of Milwaukee.
After one full week, it is slowly dawning on me, the impact of the act of letting go of my daughter to a brand new world.
A world, thousand miles away over the hills and across the seven seas.
Away from the comfort of humdrum of daily life, order and predictability.
All of a sudden my constant companion of eighteen years is seeking her own identity in real life education in her University.
And I hope she will put to good use all the lessons we shared over these years and create a world as grand as her vision allows.
And I too will stir myself anew.
Every one is looking for an answer.
Go through the blogs, you will find them entertaining, educative and informative.
Above all you will find
That there is always a voice trying to break free.
Some one trying to build a new life.
Struggling to be heard.
Some try to solve this jigsaw puzzle called life.
Through their experiences, expressions and longing.
Back from the land of dragons.
Temples, modern mega buildings, beautiful girls and rich cultural heritage.
Amazing. Fascinating. Complete.
When nothing is a feeling close to heart.
When not having is freedom.
When nowhere is every where.
Life is joyous when you are a nobody.