Perspectives...

When I was a little girl, I knew Paris to be a place that(may be) looks like heaven. In my adolescence when I was being eaten up alive by the Mills and Boon novels and I spent every waking moment reading a romantic/semi raunchy book, I knew Paris to be a place where extremely good looking men and women come from, which only corroborated the fact that it cannot be for real. My mom spoke of the movie "An Evening in Paris" quite often with much gusto. And as an evidence of her enthusiasm, she would hum a few lines from the title song....with extra aaaas in Paris....And Evening in Paaaaaris! Ah those were the days... So today, as I pack my bags to take the flight to Paris in the evening, its only natural that I feel surreal about it. Many people have asked me over the last few days...excited?. And then I ask myself the same question...excited? I am not excited. I am happy about this trip...really happy. Its much bigger than we thought it would be and the fact that we ar...

After all the struggle I can see the light....yes the famous light! I don't believe I am at the end of the tunnel but I am close and I can see the light. I am happy...yes..but jubilant...no!Its almost a sigh. It was a long fight. There were so many emotions involved...some that will stay with me. There were days I almost gave up...yes very nearly. But there were three things that held me...very strong. Didn't let go. First was the baby...my baby of eight long and wonderful years. The baby was a rock..never let me fall. We have been through so much together. Another feather in our cap...another war won. From being there to just hear me sob to travelling miles to comfort me...the baby has done it all. There are few people in our lives we can't thank enough....we live because they exist. Second was Joel Osteen. I never knew he existed in this world. I believe in a supreme power and I have faith in the concept of God. But I never knew this man. On one of those recession Sundays...