Juicin'

I had yummy green peas pulao and juicy kabab for lunch. Plus grape custard.
I never talk about food. At least never on my blog.

Me and mama set up the juicer with the blender base for the first time ever today. Had to make fresh apple juice because it's supposed to help blood formation, which daddy needs. It turned out to be highly amusing, and very very messy. Needless to say, I ate a lot of apple mush today. But we successfully juiced two glasses of whole-goodness-packed apple juice. There was something wrong with the whole setup we managed because there didn't seem any way to push in the fruit. Ending up using the back of a wooden spatula. Oh well.

Shaky sensations and tingly skin.

Linked to Sunday Scribblings


I sat quietly, on the side,
Cross-legged, with the blue-box-T-sheet leaving marks on my skin,
I lay down,
Then sat up,
Fidgety.
Eyes closed, I listened
to the breathing, the unlabored snores:
The slightest hitch - my eyelids frantically peeled back,
Assurance was needed.
I waited, watched the clock,
Imagined the little armies leading the fight,
In their swimmy world of red and white.
I blew on swollen fingertips to calm shaky hands,
The clock watched me.
Suddenly I was scared adolescent, wide-eyed, unsure,
Until the half hour passed, taking the sensation with it,
I was careful adult woman again,
Taking measurements, administering elixirs,
Then sinking back silently to my cool retreat,
Ever-watchful.
Worrisome.
Adolescence was back - delirium memories and bitter tonics,
I swallowed it down, donned patience.
Watched the clock, let the ticking wash over my mind,
Until I was woman again,
Careful, adult,
Daughter.


My father has dengue fever. Please pray.

The insane.

Is it the weather? Is it really insanity traveling on the winds and landing at my doorstep? A lot has happened in recent times and it's crashing on me all at once. Driving me mad. I need me-time, I think. Lots of it. Family time. Vacation. I need prayers. I need Allah. I need to remind myself to breathe normally. Or to breathe at all. The darkness is suffocating me.
Family. All that gives me hope. All that I can cling on to. Us.