Rambling on... again..

Over the last few months, have had several conversations with friends on the seemingly growing number of divorces around us. The married ones talk of it with a 'tut-tut' of disapproval and a maybe sometimes even a 'sigh' of wishful dreams of single-again lifestyles. The single ones talk of it much more matter-of-factly - maybe mostly as they cant afford to be judgemental about this subject. So got me into another long wondrous rant mentally on WHY - exactly WHY is being married so bloody important in our society? Actually its importance can be judged by the sheer effort that almost each and every individual puts towards finding it - NOTE - not in maintaining it, but finding it. From when you're born, almost everyone grows up with the notion of being 'special' to someone. Parents, grandparents, friends, siblings and then eventually your romantic interests in life - we all love the feeling of being 'special'. Had read this article recently which ...

The day started off on a very different note… Rain, dark clouds, unexpected holiday for the husband and little one cuddling up to me like he does every morning. Holding him in my arms, sat in the balcony having the morning cuppa, enjoying the absolutely gorgeous lush greenery and play of dark thunderous clouds in the sky. Rains delayed the newspaper and made me turn to catching up on social media instead. Chatted with a friend – admiring the tribulations and joys of motherhood with her. And then… got a message from a friend how a batchmate of his passed away unexpectedly. Suddenly. Without warning. Regular life – broken. Regular family – bereft. Regular friends – shocked. Suddenly the same world view looked different. The greys took on a different hue. The greens looked faded. Darkness in the sky reflected my heart. So many incomplete things. So much more to be said, shared, felt, done, achieved, experienced. Lives affected irreversibly. Have seen what happens when a child loses...