My Musings

About 4 months ago, DH got me my cycle - or should I call it Bike to be more posh :). He got bitten by the cycling bug in Feb and in April convinced me to sink some green bucks and buy one for myself too. I still remember the evening we got the cycle - a Scott Sportster Hybrid bike. I rode the cycle back from the shop - a 7km ride at about 7:30pm evening in the evening. I had mixed feelings - I was feeling quite exhilarated riding a bicycle again after nearly 14 years and at the same time apprehensive on having sunk so much money into something which I may never use. I was also so conscious of all the riding gear i was wearing (which was just a helmet and some gloves of course). The one thing that has stayed the same way ever since that day I rode the bike to today is the "pain in the butt" - LITERALLY!!! Today 7 kms seems a jujubee !! Thanks to the persistence of DH, I have been riding almost every weekend (one day) without fail and sometimes - very rarely during we

.... the heart is full of joy and music and all thanks to little ones who filled my ears and soul with music for an hour and half .. I am so glad I took the decision to make it to the last show of this season despite "no-no"s from the DH and amma - the traffic will be so heavy, it is a saturday evening !! ; ah! when concerts were a stone's throw away from home, you never attended, why this sudden interest -- blah blah blah .. The show was divine!!!  I forgot the number of times my eyes were filled with tears of joy and the number of times I felt goosebumps all over. My feet would just not stop beating to the rhythm and the smile on my face would just not fade. Ah! those blessed divine little souls - what magic in their voice, what innocence in their eyes and smiles, what resilience in their bodies!!!  Well, I guess the fact that i opened this blog and wrote a post itself probably shows the extent to which i was moved. I was and am lost, in a world that is just and onl