My homeland

I come from a land which is lush green,where lots of big and small rivers dance along very fertile plains, and beautiful warm seas surround a huge landmass. I come from a place which has high mountains and massive valleys, a place where six different seasons celebrate the variety of life, a place where there is colour everywhere. I come from a place which is warm - not only weather wise, but also warm in its heart. I come from a place which is extremely 'cool' as well - where life is not only a mouse-chase for money, but also a celebration of music, arts, and festivals.
I come from a place which is rich in its heritage, but where there are people who still sleep on the pavements. There are people who have so much money that they are the wealthiest in the world, but there are also people who have to beg to survive.
I live far far away from my homeland, and I am proud to stand up whenever I hear our national anthem. I dream of returning to my place one day, and of covering my skin and life with all its colours. I dream of a young generation which will think about all different strata of society, and work hard to make an India which will be devoid of poverty.

Not feeling great

My son is just recovering from a very bad cold, which kept him (and me) awake for the last 5 nights or so.The virus has now found a house in my body, so it's understandable how I am.I woke up quite late,at 10:30am, since it is Saturday, and looked out of the window.A heavy heavy fog hung so low on the field in front of me, that all the young footballers were lost in it. It took another 1 hour or more to recede a little, but by the time half the day was already gone!...and it got dark at 4:30....and the lights had to be switched on. By 'lights' I mean 'the bulbs', not the 'tube lights' as in India.These yellow lights just make me mad, I don't feel like doing anything under them.All the walls are painted magnolia, and they don't help the lights in any way, and vice-versa.It's so cold here that even when the heating is 'on' all day, sometimes one can't resist checking it again just to make sure that nobody has turned it 'off'. So there you go, the perfect setting to make any normal person abnormal, and I already have a cold.
I don't feel like reading a book, nor watching TV, and neither do I want to go out. My son has a blocked nose and terrible cough, and won't listen to anything I may say or suggest.
The thought of all the housework, and the screams of master S whenever asked to do something or to switch the TV off , plus my sore throat, - all these things are working together against me to make me feel terrible.
I hope I'm alright by Monday, because next week there is so much to do at work. Plus I must think of what to cook for the weekdays, and what to wear at work, and keep master S's uniform ready, and...well, I can go writing all night!