back off and breakdown.

Upon the continuous insistence of the doctor to tell him why I thought I had the blinding headache, I mentioned that I had been stressing a lot lately about the amount of work I had taken up. And how accordingly to Murphy's Law Especially for Designers, it had all snowballed into these last 10 days. He murmured dismissively but I could see he wasn't believing me. He finally looks at me with a twinkle in his eyes and says "have you fought with your husband?". Sharing a look with my mom, I gestured at k who stood nearby holding my hand, and we both smiled and shook our heads. He aks persistently, "are you sure?" We both smile harder, shaking our heads. By then my mom can't contain her laughter as she is totally aware of the tirade that has begun in my head.

"Well then, maybe you should fight some!" he declares all knowingly. And that would solve what exactly?

Sometimes, we never fail to amaze me. This whole web we have spun around relationships and our absolute refusal to even consider that life could exist outside it. I mean I'm sure a fight with k would be all important and definitely deserving of a horrible headache, but what about being a 29 year old woman means that that shoud be the ONLY reason my head aches? What about work? World peace? The orphans? Anything else? So many a time in our culture particularly, we are required to weave our existences around our other halves so entirely that any feeling/reaction that does not pertain directly to them is hard to digest. I feel like stomping, shouting, declaring, This headache is mine, all mine. No thanks to anyone but me.

But then I realize how completely crazy I sound. :)

to abba- who i will always argue with.

Most of the time (when I haven't been disagreeing and arguing with him) I have felt bad for my dad. Not only has he always been outnumbered by the women in the house, he has been outnumbered by women who are headstrong, independent, and have their own ideas about absolutely everything. And I mean everything. He has been a good sport, though, having -evolved a method of absolute shut-off-and-ignore that I suppose becomes necessary for sanity. He surfaced occasionally to impose curfews (which were adhered to loosely) insist on family dinners (which were attended grumblingly) and demand his TV time (which was always given willingly). Over the years he mellowed down from needing to prove his rule over the house, to a kind of a quiet acceptance of the fact that he was king of the house in name alone. Until now. Happy Father's Day, Abba. Enjoy the spoils.










For some eight and twenty years to start,
He's been surrounded by us females strong;
We know our mind and we know our hearts,
He knew he could never win for long.
It's his time now to gloat with glee,
He's leading by a landslide;
He smiles his oh-so-cheeky smile
'Coz he's got two boys by his side!!

*shiver*

it's very very scary when you realize exactly how thankful you are of the so many things that are so good in your life.