Pink Dreams

His three and a half year old daughter played in the garden as he browsed through the newspaper and sipped on a steaming cuppa. He scratched his ankle as it accidentally brushed against a drop of morning dew on a blade of grass. Penny, the dachshund he had bought for his daughter, jumped around the toddler viciously, wagging its tail and trying to nibble on a piece of her frock.

"Daddy, look!", she exclaimed.

"What, baby?"

"Look, Pink!", she squeaked.

What was a bud till the previous evening had grown into a beautiful pink Button Rose. It hung coyly on the delicate stems of its plant, almost giving up to the weight of dew drops that pooled between its petals.

"Hmm..." He smiled and nodded his head, raising both his eyebrows to express excitement. His eyes then returned to his newspaper.

"Daddy..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Why's this pink so pinky pinky?"

He looked up into her wide baby eyes. Her eyebrows were raised in concern and not answering this question would be a sacrelige.

"Because.. uhmmmm.... Well, i guess i don't know, baby."

She gazed at the flower intently, and narrowed her eyes.

"That's because i know!" She said, with delight streaming out of every tiny place on her face. "That's because daddy's so daddy daddy, mommy's so mommy mommy. And.. and I am so me me and Penny is so Penny Penny! That's why this pink is so pinky pinky!... Doesnt that make sense, daddy?"

He smiled at her affectionately. "Yes, sweetheart. Absolutely." He obviously didn't want to mess up with her.

After just a second, she stopped smiling and stared at the plant.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm...?"

"Would this pink wear away?"

His eyes met hers again. But they were not baby eyes any more. Was she trying to ask him something?

"Would it?"

He did not know that as well. It was just a baby question, he thought and hoped she came up with something. But she didn't. Instead, she looked at the flower again, then at her feet, and then fiddled with the buckle of her shoe. Her pony tails dangled and Penny hopped higher and higher to nibble on them as well. She bit her lip and raised her little head.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "Maybe then there would be many more pinky pinky flowers all over here, right daddy?" She grinned.

"Oh yes, yes baby.. lots and lots and lots of them!" He answered, closing his newspaper, relieved.

She picked up a twig and threw it for Penny who just blinked at her in amazement. "Fetch!" She announced.

He put his newspaper down on the table and looked at them for the rest of the time they played around in the garden.

Oh please! Call me Blah...

I so wish i could spend one day without having to plan how to spend it....

I'll be frank. I've quit thinking how the past nine months went by. It'll truly freak me out. And i've grown pretty used to the routine that i've been following, And i must say i'm truly impressed by the way i can adjust to changes. Heh. God knows, if there have been difficult projects i have handled (in my life), this has been the the queen of them all; so what if it had nothing to do with work. And i just dont hope it has any competition for the years to come... at least in this lifetime. Sheh! just so crassly corporate of me to word it like that.

The mini kitty inside my brain's been howering around alarmingly low levels of romance as its been replaced with irrational insecurity and fear of what future holds. But, Thank God, i am able to wriggle out of such paranoia when i tell myself that i Do Not regret any decisions i have made till now. No. If i were to live through another lifetime, i would take exactly the same decisions, make the same mistakes and learn perhaps something more than what this lifetime taught me. So when i take a look at the larger picture, it occurs that what i did, and have been doing, and will do, is what i stand for and thus it totally makes sense. So goodbye fear. One wish... i get all these nice people around me each time im live. (Sorry have been too much into Dr. Weiss's books lately). As for romance, when i dont create it, there's NSG. :) Gawd! What would i have been if it were not for this... this nice sweet guy. He's been a darling. I'm afraid he loves me more than i love him. And that's too much. :)  

Thanks for sitting through the arbit rantings. I've made sure none of the above makes sense to whoever reads it and i hope i accomplished my task well.

It's been raining again. So am off to watch it. :)