Going in the wrong direction

27 January 2007
ALiza- few days from 2 years old
Sahar- almost 4
Sahar, my darling, my love, my chance to reinvent life.

I am on a BA flight to New York and I am tearful from missing them.
I am going in the wrong direction, my heart says to me.

Maybe this will be my encore. My last bow…. the important thing is to gather enough nerve and confidence to do this trip with a flourish.

The world is my stage. Its just me- Natasha at 35. Presenting, talking, charming, mingling.

I am reminded of my trip to Shivpuri with Arun. Filming river rafting….. I was ready for it but I was petrified. ( and then Rupen fell into the river !)

Bubbles, I love you and Sahar and Aliza. I will call you everyday. Shireen and Fahad, you two are my surrogate children, my strength and my faith.

I will walk straight, smile easily, be my age and my shape, eat well, sleep well, take care of myself and call HOME everyday.

Afzal Beg, why have we met ?
You are the reason I believe that God exists, that good prevails, that life is to love and bring up your children well.
Afzal Beg, I love you.
The girls need a Mum who is in CONTROL and they’re going to get it !!

About mydaughtersmum

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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