Sometimes,words truly fail you. Nothing you say can stop those tears, take away the pain, erase those memories. To get over the past, to stop the pain one has to suffer, and sometimes it has to be all alone.But then, somewhere peeping out is face, checking on you, keeping a tab on your crying, knowing when to come out and give you a hug! Hug, that says 'Its ok to cry,it will be alright. It will be over soon'. Deep down you know, if not tomorrow, soon that day will come.Then, she wipes those tears. A smile appears, the smile that says 'Yes, I know, someday everything will be alright. I know it will be soon'
Its Zumba all the way Baby!!
V is already 19 months old and I am still ,sweating it out to get back into shape!! Every time I get on to that weighing scale, hoping against hope for a miracle,I silently offer a prayer !! If ignoring my plea's wasn't enough,it goes on to mock me as well " You weigh 300gms more than you did last evening!! Good luck lady!!!" Stupid weighing scale, Damn You!! I have been patiently waiting for the remainder of eat-till-you-stuff-yourself -because-your-baby-needs-it weight ( Honestly, I did go little overboard with the whole eating part, V ended up a underweight baby while i was 22 kg's overweight! Gosh the look's I got right after my delivery, specially my mom and granny!!! LOL!!! ) to just vanish away! V was half away into her first year when I finally decided to take charge of things, All charged up, I even wrote down my daily walking schedule..hehehehe . So much for the wishful thinking, with a ...
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