Hello everyone!
How are you? Hope you are well and enjoying the summer holidays! I’m good and trying to make the most out of it. In one of the weekends, we went to Oxford for a day trip and I asked my son to write a page about his experience of the trip. It was our first time – ‘punting’.
He started writing about it but there was a rush to finish the piece. Hence after every two-three sentences, there was a urge to write, ‘and then we went home’. Every time he would do that, I would ask him to imagine a little bit more, describe a little bit more. After my constant interruptions and ideas, a paragraph has stretched to two. Perseverance, you see. I am sure that after a week, I can get him to stretch it to a page. But I have to be on his case. Boys! He said, ‘mummy I know about imagination, I know all that’. I replied, ‘if you know it, then be a bit more descriptive’. He said, ‘I can’t write all of it, I can’t write about my wish in the wishing well, can I?’ Of course, he can’t write about his wish in the wishing well. I thought, after looking at the beautiful campus of the university, he would have wished to study there. He came to me and said with a grin on his face, ‘mummy do you know what I had wished for?’ I was curious to know. He said, ‘it’s a combination of powers from spiderman, flash and iron fist’. I said, ‘wow that’s amazing and that’s why you were standing as if you were about to get a web shooter? But didn’t you wish for getting to study there’. To that he said, ‘it was my second wish (words just for me, I know). Dad gave me a 2p coin’.
Wishes, tiny-tiny wishes! I thought, let him have his own wish and I will settle for my own. A few minutes for myself, a few minutes where the moment I get in the bathroom, the door bell doesn’t ring and I don’t here any child cry. Now, while I am writing this, a few thoughts are buzzing in my head like a fly that very soon it’s going to be dinner time, kids will be hungry, I haven’t yet switched on the washing machine on yet, ah those ticks! I kept them aside and decided to scribble and scribble!
No social media, no distractions, here I sail
no rush to answer the phone or to check my email.
A good book, or a notebook to scribble,
my favourite tea and a comfy chair, here I bubble
A few minutes for you
where you could just take a breather, here I count
Feel the sigh, here it rings
and not to think of the thousand unfinished things,
while the good old breathe climb up, here I am holy
Let it climb up and allow it to climb down slowly!
Sometimes it’s about you, all about you!
Wish and wish, remember it’s yours
No matter what it is, protect it and fulfil it, here I say..your’s truly!
Much love
Suranjita
