Jesus walks... Now so does Sara.Between last week and this week, she learned to walk. So last weekend I saw her clutching on to the living room table and crawling all over the house, and today, she was crawling and standing up and walking and falling down and crawling again. It's a miracle I tell you. I always raise eyebrows when my friends and family go gaga over their offspring, but somehow Sara has manage to fascinate me every time I see her.
The pic on this entry is of my good old friend Shuman's two children. The young one, Maria, was born on June 28. Shuman and I've been friends for about 15 years now, we met when our common friend Rishad didn't want to come to my birthday party alone and dragged him along. I've seen Rishad once about three years back after a long break, but Shuman and I've kept in touch through college days, traveling between Minnesota and New York, then MN and Chicago (all him, as I was the lazy b.) and so on. I used to make fun of his relationships, and he used to make fun of my dating shenanigans. But this lucky B has managed to settle down with Berenice, the sweetest girl I've ever met. So congrats, dosto. very proud of you.
The last thought, as I should go get prepared for my exam tomorrow, would be a feeling of embarassment and regret. Thanks to my Dubai and Sylhet trip and exam after exam and endless study sessions, I completely forgot about my uncle's death anniversary. He left us in June 2006, and it's been a great loss for my family.
There's something about how life keeps piling things on you so that you don't get to stand in a corner and reflect, like, ever. Otherwise, given the amount of grief, loss and regret we accumulate over the years, we would all be incapacitated and overwhelmed at the futility of our daily efforts.
