Black hole ,that is what my handbag is. Anything I keep inside disappears into its deep bowels never to be seen or heard of.This has been the story from the time I started carrying a handbag till today .The day I buy a new handbag, i invest a whole lot of time , categorizing ,itemizing and arranging everything into the umpteen pouches.It stays that way for a long 24 hours ,before it starts metamorhing into yet another black hole.Now I don't waste any time arranging stuff, the problem is ,when I need something the only way to get it is to put my hand deep inside the handbag and feel for things I am looking for.Just like magician pulls out the rabbit from the hat .Today I was looking for my phone,when my fingers lingered on something ,it was smooth and round and felt unfamiliar.Curiosity got better of me and I pulled it out ,and there it was my baby's rattle.
Subtle hints of mommyhood.It brought a smile on my face.
I leave the rattle back in there .I dont know how it got there, but it will remain there as the one thing I will carry with me ,when I am away from my baby.
Now I feel my black hole has a heart ,a ringing heart.
Friday, May 21, 2010
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