Helping Hands

Everyone needs a little help sometimes....We can't help everyone, but everyone can help someone.

I loved this photograph that I found quite by accident.

It epitomises the fact that, sometimes we need a hand up, sometimes we need a little back-up, sometimes we need a little nudge in the right direction......& sometimes we need someone to stand back & let us find our own way.

Pitter Patter, clatter all around....the sounds of everything around....some familiar, some a little strange. Picking up the pieces of life one at a time.... broken yet not crushed. I choose not to glue them back and build the cracked plate or proverbial glass.
I choose to build a kaleidoscope...like the one we built as children with broken bangles and mirrors. The colours, the changing images, the effort, the joy. Once a school science project, now a project for life.
I don't see pieces, I see an everchanging, evolving colourful mosaic.

Tug-O-War

Wy does any relationship have to be such a tug-of-war? At times it's actually so obvious that everyone involved in the relationship wants to be the one who holds out the longest. It's been a rough week. It's had so many changes that my head is still spinning. The only constant seems to be the surety of a downhill slide.

I have never been too patient with relationships. I never seemed to have the time to just pause and take a rain-check on every hurtful word I said or spiteful deed i did. So this time I decided to surprise myself and let myself be patient. I decided to be understanding and mature..... not qualities even my mom would attribute her spoilt brat with!
But the more patient I was, the more suffocating the relationship became. The more demanding it was. Till finally, I just stepped back. I decided this is where I draw the line. It hurt like hell. It felt like i was making this huge mistake. I felt so guilty and bitchy for taking a stand.
And then surprise, surprise, .....the tables were turned. The bully became the groveller. And me I just preened at how it was my time now to be the demanding one. As my elation settled, i actually realised that I was in fact glad to experience the grovelling and the begging & the promises-made-that-will-be-broken-eventually. I started feeling this perverse sense of pleasure in being difficult, in holding the higher ground. And boy, is the view magnificent!!! Power is very much intoxicating. the power to manipulate someone, the power to see them beg, the power to know that you hold the key to someones heart. Now I was the winner in the tug-of-war.
But what a sad win it is. I am not happy because it made me guilty of becoming that very person i would cry about. I stand in those shoes today that looked so comfortable when someone else was wearing them. And today, I limp with a shoe-bite with every step!