I would like to introduce Sanjivini who blogs at https://motherhoodunpluggedweb.wordpress.com You can check out her blog on the prompt for today.
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Conversations with him are so easy and yet so difficult
So heated and yet so deep
So simple and yet so meaningful
So invigorating and yet so relaxing
So intoxicating and heady
So brutally honest and straightforward.
Conversations with him make me question my very existence.
Conversations with him block out distractions of the world around us.
Conversations with him bring me hope and happiness.
Conversations with him often make me wonder how I will ever be able to converse with another.
Conversations with Him.
This bed that I lie on on
has seen so many versions of me....
When the walls were mint green,
I lay here as a wide eyed kiddo,
I listened to stories of a Lizard named Esmeralda and lovely princesses of long long ago!
I lost myself in Enid Blyton books and played with GI Joes !
When the walls were pink,
I lay here as a teenager,
I read Agatha Christie's and Harry Potter and studied for board exams!
I giggled on long phone calls with besties about crushes and math problems!
When the walls were cream,
I was a young adult in college dreaming of theatre and life.
Smsing was now the order of the day! Yahoo and MSN chat and orkut were my new distractions!
Then for six years this bed was not mine anymore.
I had a different room, a different bed, a different life.
But now back again
When the walls are blue,
I lie beside my son,
I read him stories of cows and sheep,
Of potty heroes and trains and ABCs,
and I wish him a life that is full and fun and wonderful.
I pray that he grows up kind and calm.
All from this bed that I lie on.
One day the tears will stop flowing,
One day the heartache will subside,
One day you will begin to see,
Life, on the brighter side.
One day... Someday.
One day you will smile and you'll mean it,
And it will shine through your eyes.
One day you'll wake feeling happy,
And you'll know through your sighs.
One day... Someday.
One day life will have new meaning.
One day the sun will shine for you.
One day the past will be forgotten.
One day it will all start anew.
So I've been going through a phase where I have so many pimples on my face that I can hardly recognise myself anymore.
From a person who had fairly clear skin to a face covered in papuli, I thought why not vent about these painful little pustules!
Hence the title Papuliferous Penny a.k.a. Pimply Penny most definitely Pouting about the Life cycle of a pimple!
So it all begins with a prickly pain on some part of your face... You can't see any sign of it but you know its going to pop up soon!
My reaction: "Oh no not again!"
This prickliness usually last about 8-12 hours.
In about 12 hours you will see a lovely pinkish mosquito bite sized bump. How you wish you could push it back in and flatten it completely just the way you push down the airbubbles when tucking away your quilt after winter is done.
My reaction: "it's heeere" (complete with the eerie soundtrack of exorcist in the background)
This lovely little pink bump will slowly expand, like a little hillock aspiring to become a mighty mountain and just like a mountain has a snow covered peak so also does your little bump, because now it develops a snowwhite spot bang in the center of all that pink.
My reaction:"Don't touch it Penny cos then you know there will be bloodshed. "
This painful papuli is now perfectly formed. It's ripe!
My reaction: "please don't burst, please don't burst, please don't burst. "
But unfortunately these pimples are always in the most pointless of places, (mine mostly frequent the famous Marilyn Monroe mole spot!) and so, even if utmost care is taken not to purposely poke or prod it, it ends up erupting anyway.
And then there is this tiny bubble of blood just hanging there, as if waiting for a grade 12 bio student with her lab coat to take a sample on her glass slides and go running to the microscope in the bio lab!
My reaction:"STUPID PIMPLE! ARGGH!!! "
And now if you look closely you will see a perfectly formed crater smack in the middle of the pink mountain!
Well by now I'm so disgusted that it doesn't even make a difference how long the darned thing takes to disappear altogether because hey, I can feel that prickly feeling all over again in a new spot!!
My reaction : "uugh, I really hate these zits!"