baked two chocolate cakes,
heated dinner and eaten it with all three children,
listened to Sahar tell us about the human digestive system as she learnt in school,
shared music online,
thought about what to write in the next column,
tried to figure out Path,
hosted Jamaal Bhai briefly,
cleared the table and kitchen,
worried about friends I haven’t spoken to,
written a birthday poem for no one in particular
and eaten warm cake.
Also completed Sahar’s school project. [Don’t ask.]
Shefali brought a Casio keyboard for the children yesterday, so the background score to our evening has been the little girls’ fingers on its keys.
When I am happy with you, Afzal, I am not unhappy without you.
But of course, if I tell you that right now, you will ask me if I have sent mail to the C.A. with my service tax details and I will have to repeat again that I said I will do it, so relax, okay?
I will do it!
Remember I am at home alone with the children and I can only get anything done…I mean WORK done, when they have gone to sleep.
But creation…creativity, that’s another thing.