Lazy Whispers....

Laziness and me are siamese twins. It trails me unfailingly wherever I go. I dream a lot, but my laziness stops me from realizing that dream. I make endless list of to-do-things every day. But at the end of the day, the list remains as the list.. nothing done.

Now just 4 more days for me to go home. I have to be busy now.. with cleaning, clearing, packing, unpacking, shopping, shoving… And my gymming too. My maid has disappeared suddenly during this critical time, and now it is me and myself with tons of unfinished work. I don’t have a minute to spare. But here I am, sitting with my laptop, dreaming high, and doing nothing. I am dreaming of my rainy days at my home. My love’d be waiting for me with outstretched arms.. How I long to snuggle in those huge arms.. How I love to get drenched in his tiny kisses.. washing away all the hurt and pains…cooling softly the hot fire of my soul. He’d sneak in through my windows when the whole world is in slumber, and would softly kiss my eagerly awaiting face.. He’d whisper sweetly in my ears, and would trickle down… melting against my skin…. Sometimes he’d come with such fury and hunger, and would carry me away with him in a single sweep. I was committed to him from a very young age, and had always welcomed him with a deep yearning. I would close my eyes and relish him... as he strips me… feels me… deflowers me… And then, the distant rumblings! I dare not open my eyes, or else the dream might shatter… that I was alone with my memories.

My house is in a mess now. Hubby and kids are competing with me as to who’d make the biggest mess in the house now that the shopping has started. Carrybags from different supermarkets are scattered all over the house. I had planned to use my maid to the maximum in this last week, and I think she’d read my mind, and ran away without looking back even once. And my kitchen is waiting for its annual clearance. How easy it’s just to look aroud and tick off the things to be done… But.. to get on my toes, and start doing it… Maybe l’d start after some time.. after finishing this blog, and after reading some other blogs, and after checking mails, and after making dinner, and after having it, and after…. and after…. and after……………………..

Tyring Whispers......

It is only a couple of weeks for my vacation.. I am elated.. and started my preparations a couple of months ago.. No, its not shopping and clearing the kitchen.. but shedding a few pounds.. as usual. Every year, before I go home, I join some or other gym and try to trim down a few kilos. Same happened this time too.

I dusted my sneakers, put on my tights (it has really become tight now), took out my t-shirt, and went to my old gym. Now there is a Karate School in its place. The gym had been closed down for well over ten months, the receptionist told me with a Didn’t-you-know-it-still look. I came out with a disheartened heart, and went in search of nearby gyms. There is an exclusively-for-ladies in the corner. “Try that”, hubby said.

Happily, I went inside. Wow.. too many pretty ladies. All slim and trim. Now what are they doing here, I wondered.. All were busy running, jogging, walking, dancing with the dumb bells… (Dumb belles with dumb bells, I said aloud in my mind, and felt at peace). Everyday measurement and strict diet, the manager informed me. I gave her my sweetest smile, and walked out. What a bore with those femme fatales! Not my cup of tea. All they will have to talk will be about reduced shapes and sizes… I need the company of some male figures, I decided.

Actually I love my handles and tyres. If it wasn’t for those nosy pokies who will ask my mom if her daughter is expecting her third, I wouldn’t ever step inside a gym. But now I have to. In the end, fed up with my mutterings, hubby dear took me to the gym in his office towers. Ohhh… I got short of breath when I saw the instructor. Indeed a handsome fellow.. with a six pack. (That info has been whispered to me by my younger son, who is crazy about those packs). Yes, I will join here, I reported to my husband. He looked at me slyly. I could read his mind reading mine clearly. I just winked and smiled. I can make you lose your tyres, Ma’am, he said confidently. Ahh.. I just loved that.. You will have to walk, he said. No problem… You will have to use dumb bells.. Well, there is nothing wrong in that, right? Especially when such a sincere trainer tells me.. And diet is a must. Of course, of course.. I am game…

And thus.. the trial began… I walked, I ran, I panted... I crunched, I crept, I crawled… I stood, I sat, I fell down… And I limped back home hungrily. But when I think of the comments I’ll have to face when I went home, I quietly move back. How easy it is to put on a few pounds… But to lose it… ahhhhhhh…..