Here we are, at the end of the week, again! Time flies by so quickly…we met just seven days ago!
If we were having coffee..
I would enquire about your health. How have you been? Have you been taking good care of yourself? Do you exercise? Or, meditate, to keep stress at bay?
I began walking religiously a couple of weeks ago – a 30 minutes brisk walk after dinner. Now, I know how some studies suggest walking as an early morning exercise, as against after dinner. But, after dinner walking helps digest the food well; it helps you burn those nasty calories and helps in weight loss. Your body gets a good workout, which in turn may tire you and help you have a good night’s sleep.
I walk because that’s the time I get to step out of the house and enjoy the cool fresh air after a long day cocooned within the four walls. My baby, Chikoo, is old and can’t be left home alone. So, it’s only after hubby returns home from work that I can step out. The fresh air and the peace of the outdoors at night comforts me. It gives me time to reflect upon the day that was and plan for the day that will soon arise in a matter of some hours.
Walking also allows me to pay attention to my breathing. Breathing, as we all know, is the most powerful and important tool in helping us deal with the omnipresent stress. But, seldom do we give it the importance or attention it deserves. In fact, we almost forget to breathe during stressful and busy moments.
Now, after two weeks, I have become addicted to my nightly walks and become much more conscious of my breathing. A day that ends with my walk is my idea of a perfect day!
I would suggest you try it out, if you haven’t already. And, do let me know how it feels. You ought to squeeze in some time for yourself, too!
If we were having coffee….
I would tell you about the day I came out of the closet.
I mean, my stash of accumulated cash came out of the closet.
Our respected Prime Minister, who has begun a nationwide ‘clean-up drive’, had a big role to play in it. All the money that I had amassed over the past few months in my own little piggy-bank had to be handed over to Mr. Bossy Pants (hubby) to be exchanged into smaller denominations. Now, it’s all gone into his pockets and I am left with none! Of course, it’s for me to use, too, but, it felt better when it was in my pockets!
It may sound ridiculous, this practise of stashing cash, as if Mr. Bossy Pants doesn’t give me a free hand at using the money he makes. He is large-hearted, that way. But, I, being a home maker and not earning a penny, need something I can call my own. The money was what I received as gift from my brothers on Rakshabandhan and Bhai-dooj. Money that I had planned on spending on things I desired without the need to give an account of it to Mr. BP!
Countless women will nod their head in agreement; they, too, have had to face the very same ordeal of disclosing their stash to their respective Mr.Bossy Pants! . Tch tch..
Now,when I rue about it all, BP hands me his wallet and coaxes me to take what I want. That is sweet of him, no doubt. But, alas, he will never understand how a woman feels when she hasn’t been earning for so many years. Putting the family first had been my decision when I quit my job as a teacher. But, it has left me with a low self-esteem, because despite doing so much for the family, well, at the end of the day “it’s all about money, honey!” Isn’t it?
Ah, well, this too shall pass. My strongest support to our PM, who has the bestest interests of our nation at heart…and all that – I won’t dwell into that area too much. All I am thinking about is when I will begin earning again! I am glad Mr. BP doesn’t visit my blog often, for this post would have him wondering why his wife thinks so much! And, of course, he wouldn’t understand the reason behind my low morale. Men seldom do.
Hey, I have finished my coffee; have you finished yours? Lounge around for a while, if you wish. We could soak in the cool breeze and enjoy some avian-orchestra, and some canine-orchestra, too! Psst…Chikoo does not appreciate it when I talk to a third person in his presence. He wants me to shower all my attention on him!
So, I guess, it’s goodbye for now. Chikoo needs me.
Take care, cos I care. It’s funny how we have bonded over just two cups of coffee, is’t it? We vibe well, I see.
How was your week? How did Mr. Modi’s decision affect you? Do share with me. But, please keep it simple. I really don’t follow the intricacies of politics and economics!