In the autumn of 05 when I had hit on one of life's elusive high, they taught me the meaningof what I call joyous depression. Its not so often for me to be that cordial and buddy to kids
but then they are family so I better connect to them.
The elder one is more or less like me in the way she thinks - thinks too much :), cares - caring for younger ones, questions - asks too many questions ;) and a cancerian - cautious, bothers too much,ends up doing nothin but worrying ;) ; the sole difference being she tops her classes which I never did in that age ;). I consider her my lucky charm. Whenever she touches base, its one of those pinnacles of my life. Whenever I look back to those sweet moment her naughty n ever smiling face and laughter is inevitable.
Ya, its not so strange that we connect well, as her mom brought me up and still connects well with me, so I guess it all runs in the blood. Those days when she walked into my room and promised me to make me a "chundari"..beautiful ;) , those times when she asked me whether I have kissed a girl, n the times when she called me boring :( .
The younger imp is straight out of Cartoon Network. She enjoys trekkin - well on humans when they dont put on Cartoon Network, she is Bob the Builder and goes on her mission to find that gadget she calls a 'hemote' :),
her life is straight out of one of those cartoon clippings, when she goes near my mom who is sleeping and draws up her eyelids to ascertain whether she is asleep or not as Jerry opens the eyes of Tom to check his state.
Two weeks of fighting, games, food, complaing, stories n later when they left, they took the wind out of my life, I swear, I felt very low that evening, looked up at the fading dark evening sky and wondered why I felt so depressed when things were going so good for me in life after a long long time. Their noises echoed in my ears, their laughter reverberrating through my ears made me miss them more. And in a flash, those moments of Joyous Depression struck me hard. I couldn't take it for a while. Kept mum, Looked far into the open sky, Heard nothing but the death of silence, Felt the biting loneliness......for once I vaguely felt not understood how parents feel when their children leave them.... a lil later I felt was overwhelmed with joy, yes I brighten the life of my parents.
We are powerful beyond measure and we are child to one, and our serving small does their world no good.
Meenu n Chinnu, Thanks a million for that sweet lil lesson.
