restless in imphal

What is it about my life that my plans always go the "man proposes god disposes" way? Last to last sunday, we were blissfully doing our sunday fill-up-the fridge shopping. We were almost at the end of it when a call came from his home to tell him to come home as soon as possible.
We decided to fly home that very day. Since we are antique pieces, we do not own a single credit card between us and since they don't let you use debit card, i called up S in the States to get hold of a kid who has a indian credit card tgo buy us our tickets and send us the scanned copy of the credit card. S, always my saviour, did the needful. We threw in a couple of clothes and rushed to the airport.

It is such tough time to see a person waste away - from being an active, ever bubbly self to a vegetable in bed, not being able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. It is tough specially when the person is someone close to you and even tougher to see the guy you love go through the pain of seeing his own mother not being able to recognise him. i don't know how i am coping - i feel i am in an emotional daze. One day at a time, that is how i am taking it. The end of the day sees me totally exhausted - mentally and physically. i only hope i can go through this without snapping.

One bright spot is that i can make near perfect rotis now. Now if only perfectly round rotis could disperse the gloom in my life.