Que Sera Sera, Losing it, then finding it

I firmly believe that what is meant to be, will be.

Or looking at it another way, if you were meant to lose something you will, and if you were meant to find it, you will!


Some time back, I lost a part of my antique earing, one which had been gifted by my mother and which originally belonged to her grandmother.You see we were going out to a Diwali party and there was no way that I could figure out where I could have dropped it.



What will be.. will be

So I did the best that that I possibly could under the circumstances.
I tried to put it out of my mind and almost did.Until minutes ago when our cleaner just brought that piece and holding out his hand and asked me if I had dropped it.

I saw it twinkling as he held it out and my heart skipped a beat, then two..then three.

For it really was the missing piece of my ear-ring.

Phew! Did that feel good?Am I relieved?

Yes on all counts!

It could have fallen anywhere , in the car, in the lift, in our friends' home, on the road-but look where it was all this while...in the guest toilet, right here in our own home!

So as I started by saying, I firmly believe that what is meant to be, will be.

'Que Sera Sera'...   

An evening walk

There are days and then there are other days. Some which are hotter than the others, or certainly more humid!

June, July and Aug are particularly hot here in the Gulf and sometimes September too.But for those of us who choose to walk during the late evenings, there really aren't too many choices. One either walks or one doesn't.

And if one doesn't , then one tends to lose out on the only 'real' activity for the day ( particularly given the fact that we are merely sitting at our desks or commuting during the rest of the day. Top that by eating three meals and you'll soon get the picture.

Then of course, there's the very real issue of ageing, along with the other more deadly one- socialising- which includes the occassional bingeing and sometimes that extra glss of wine. Result- a whole lot of added calories.

So coming back to where I began- either one walks or one doesn't. And I'm sharing my tweet ( sent out late last night) with all of you.

"One really has to be a glutton for punishment to walk in this weather. And yet I did!"

Euphoria that I did it- topped all other feelings!

And at the rate I'm going these days, I have no plans of quitting my evening walk.For more updates, do check this blog out same time, next week.

RIP- Maeve Binchy

(Pic courtesy BBC Website)

I normally go straight to the BBC website every morning and catch up on all the latest news. Today, I was in for a real shock for this is what I saw...

"Best-selling Irish author Maeve Binchy has died aged 72 after a short illness."

And here's the link that said it all

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-19057922



'Binchy, born in Dalkey, Co Dublin, has sold more than 40 million books. Her works were often set in Ireland and have been translated into 37 languages.

They include The Lilac Bus as well as Tara Road and Circle of Friends, which were both adapted for screen.Binchy trained as a teacher before moving into journalism and writing, publishing her first novel - Light a Penny Candle - in 1982.

She had written the novel in her spare time from her day job as a journalist at The Irish Times.


In a 2001 interview with the BBC, after she had won the WHSmith Book Award for fiction, Binchy described the five rejections she received for her first novel as "a slap in the face".


Binchy had sold more than 40 million books worldwide She said she was glad she persevered and sent the book to a sixth publisher."It's like if you don't go to a dance you can never be rejected but you'll never get to dance either," she said.

The author said that her secret was to write the way she spoke."I don't say I was 'proceeding down a thoroughfare', I say I 'walked down the road'. I don't say I 'passed a hallowed institute of learning', I say I 'passed a school'.


"You don't wear all your jewellery at once," she went on. "You're much more believable if you talk in your own voice."


RIP Maeve Binchy- Like countless readers and admirers of your work, I will miss you.....