The month of June was really forgettable one for many reasons. Zero motivation, summer turning me into a devil, getting a year older, a dear friend moving off to
London and my temper along with temperature hitting
the roof. Hitting the year’s all time low, even the words in my head dried up. Dubai
Guess it was just time to head out on a much needed vacation back home. Just as I step out of the airport with an excited toddler and hubby, the hometown welcomes me with the aromatic smell of the wet soil. As if even Gods were tired seeing my plight and telling me to cheer up.
I was going to meet my twin nephews of eight months for the first time and nothing could have been more exciting than that. We were going home for their baptism and the best part was all the having the entire family joining in for the celebrations. 10 days of – hubby’s house bursting with kids, six to be precise. Not to mention foods galore, midnight snacking and no connectivity to outside world.
For little Smera the vacation was an excellent experience, though I must admit the start was a little rough. Smera was over the moon see her baby twin cousins – Jacob and Joshua. Keen to carry them in her arms, she often found herself in trouble with me. During the time when she was not fighting with me she was with her cousin sisters, splashing in the pool, making scrambled eggs and baking cakes under her dad’s supervision.
It was like living life in a flashback, catching fireflies, mending old toys and stealing ice-cream from the fridge. No wonder coming back to
, I am feeling lost
all over again. But that’s not the only reason why I am feeling low, I indulged
a bit too much in junk food, hogging up all the things that I avoid during the