Love, Life and Happiness

I sit precariously and expectantly on the edge of a long weekend, as people around discuss and plan how they intend to spend the long weekend and couple of holidays, beautifully interspersed in the week to follow. Thoughts are varied and incessant, where can I travel to? to mountain as I always do, with family in the tow; travel alone on a trek or to the home our as it lives and breathes in a wistful world of my thoughts. I have toiled, and waited, till such time when some modest success would be there to back an attempt for a well deserved time off, to some far off land, where a river flows in the middle of a land clothed with shiny sands with silver spread across, with Nonu playing around in knee deep water as splendid, clear, boisterous and naughty as her eyes, through which my future shines, and Sun descends off the mountain, and bathes in the waters, as her mother, in peace, stretches her feet under a tree, reads, sometime, lifting her head, wrapping the shawl around, looking up

Sometimes, the desperate, never-ending balancing act which against all hopes, never subsides. It rather rather moves in a continuum between one crisis to another, without a moment to pause,  becomes too exasperating. Amidst all this nonsense which envelopes any semblance of order beyond recognition, Nonu is now learning to live without the maid cum baby-sitter.Her Baby-sitter, an expectant mother, left last month, after working with us for a decade or so. Nonu has taken it well, with almost sagacious indifference, to the ephemeral nature of most things in life. I would have preferred this to never have happened to her, to keep her cocooned from the arduous awareness of the sense of evanescent nature of happiness.  If only life could be a never ending happy dream, so quickly, as one grows, it turns into a tedious and painful journey, with rare shade of smiles, so rare that it can not be considered to be anything but sporadic aberration. The best substitute to a trusted maid,