Getting Older…

I just read a post today, You know you are getting older when…   and it really struck a chord….. Especially the  one about renewing friendships on facebook, and then not being able to keep it up…… getting on with one’s own life…..how  true!! Just today, I met  an old friend online, after ages…… and we started chatting…About 5 years back when we were studying together, we would talk for hours on the phone, meet up at someone’s place and study together, but today, we spoke for harly a few minutes before he got a call and my son started demanding my attention… we had to both sign out. We  have promised to keep in touch, but then with the kind of hectic life that we have, i dont know when we are going to be able to talk………….

About books, thankfully I havent reached that stage yet…many of my friends still have threir comics stacked up carefully……………..of course no one has the time to read them…….

Personally, I still love to read Harry Potter, and given the chance, enjoy re-reading all the Enid Blyton books tooo…..but when I tell  anyone about reading these books, the look I get staggers me…..people ask me why i a reading books that my son will soon be reading…… it makes me feel so, so old……i have stopped telling anyone what i read these days…..   

 

 

 

People who come into our lives

I read an interesting post today, People in our lives http://gtarman.wordpress.com/2007/12/16/87/ and it brought back lots of memories, about people who have stood by me, those who have made me what I am. I totally agree that we meet people because of a reason. God wants us to meet someone, so they can shape our life the way He wants….

I lost my father when I was four and a half, and every time I would think of him, I would burst into tears. It was only hen I was about 25 that I realised that maybe God took my father away from me so that I could be independent, because if he was alive, he would have pampered and cossetted me all my life. It was only this way that I, at last, reconciled myself to my loss……. 

I also missed having no siblings, a feeling I got over when I made friends with Ashvin, who stood by me the way I always imagined a brother would…..

When I remember these people, I cannot avoid mentioning my uncle, who has been a second father to me, in fact, more than a father, standing by me, and helping me out at every point in my life, one to whom I turn , the minute a problem arises……

Truly, God has a motive behind everything that happens to us. We cannot hope to understand the reason behind everything that happens to us, but we can try to make the most of it, and get the best we can , out of the people we meet..