The grower in me...

I've never been one with a green thumb, toe or even a nail in me. There were times when I saw my mother tirelessly spend time nurturing her saplings and watching them grow and bear fruit. She would be ecstatic when that would happen - even if it was one hot pepper in the entire meal - made with store brought vegetables except that one pepper!
I never knew I even had that trait in me - until very recently when I started feeling very green! Not with envy - but the urge to dig up some soil and put a seed in it has been unbearable. It could be some genes I inherited from my mother - or it could simply be my way of having my mother close to me. It probably makes me feel like she is around here somewhere - living through my plants. I know she would be a million times more thrilled than me to see my little green babies. Imagining her smile makes me smile. I can never be as good a gardener as she is - she knows and understands plants much better than anyone I know. She feels their pain even when a leaf falls off - it is touching to see her tend to them.
I have seen that same affection in her all my life - may she never lose it. May she always give love to everyone around her and I know she will receive much more than that.

So back on track from my emotional tangent - with my other set of parents' help I planted quite a few seeds and saplings this year. My very first attempt to vegetable gardening. What do we have? Here goes... Onions, beans, tomatoes, peppers (a few different kinds), Eggplants (a couple kinds), Cauliflower, Okra, Corn, Herbs (Lavendar, Lemon Balm, Basil,Mint), Cucumber, Gourd (a couple kinds), Spinach and Fenugreek. Although most of them aren't doing so well and we are not hoping for a miracle either - there have been some fruits. Some of the pictures (to follow) posted here are of various stages and some fruits. Hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoyed them.

Together forever....

Its been 4 months since Maggie walked into our lives. It has been a wonderful journey with long winding roads filled with a new adventure. She has grown into a beautiful 40lbs puppy... we got her when she was only 11lbs. Her baby teeth fell out recently - I found evidence of that along the stairs and on the side of the doors which were chewed on to ease the uncomfortable feeling.
Everyday starts with a jingle of her collar when she finds a cosy nook to sit in right outside our bedroom door and tries to see if we are awake of sleeping. She is a lovely little girl who doesn't wake mom and dad up to go outside - she waits for us to wake up and then lets us know its time.
With all the training and playing - there is some training going on for us too - we are getting trained to be better human beings. I have never seen her angry or aggravated yet. There is the occasional bark - but that is not out of anger - just excitement. She never gives up or gives in. When we delay giving her food - she never stops asking for it. Following me with hopeful eyes that my hands would reach out for her bowl. The moment it actually does must be so rewarding for her - she sighs - thinking - finally they get my point!
She is wonderful to have around - always ready for a warm hug. Always ready for a good whack with her ever wagging tail. It take no effort to fall in love with her. Sometimes she is silly, sometimes naughty, sometimes crazy, sometimes just a darling, sometimes sleepy, sometimes playful, sometimes funny but always love-able.
When times are tough, her face is all I need to brighten up my day. Without caring or asking about my day - she knows I have had a bad day and comes with open arms to receive me everyday - no matter how late I get home.
May God bless her with many beautiful and healthy years of life ... and may we as her parents be able to make it the best for her.

First time... ever I saw your face

It was a gorgeous saturday morning in Spring (March 28th, 2009) that we woke up with a spring in our step and twinkle in our eyes. Our little darling was coming home that day. I could not help going over her checklist mentally a million times. I never knew if I have enough to keep her happy, safe and comfortable. It is a constant question in my mind.
We drove for about an hour and half to get to her. When we got there - it started sinking in. This is it... this is the end of just the two of us. We will be three of us now.
It was an amazing feeling holding her for the first time... she was scared understandably - but it still was the most beautiful feeling.
She was crying and sad throughout the car ride home. By the time we made it in - it was mid-afternoon and she was hungry. So we bonded a little over food - but she chose to be left alone and settle down for a nap for a while after that.
Saturday was very quiet - she went into her crate without a question at night - to sleep. She slept calmly most of the night.
Sunday was a good day - she was a little better. Not yet ready to explore everything - but better. She was sticking to one side of our living room and would be anxious if she didn't see us.
Then began the endless jumping around, bouncing around ... wanting to play... the slipping on her own even while standing in one place... the standing in the food bowl while eating... the I want to eat everything in sight...
It is a riot at home - the whole time. The saddest part of these couple of days were when we had to leave alone and step out to go to work. She would understand - she is a good girl - but her sad eyes followed us... today she fell asleep even before we could say goodbye.

Every day is a new beginning and every beginning ends with a long string of beautiful memories left behind for us to cherish forever.

So here's to many more beginnings... many Winters,Springs,Summers and Falls... with Maggie.

Been a while.. where have you been

True... I was occupied.. pre-occupied and post occupied with a lot of things this past few months. So there haven't been regular updates to this really. Not that anyone cares... :D. However, life has been good to us. As they say - no news is good news. Same applies to us. A and I have been exactly where we were - doing exactly what we were doing before dropping off the face of this blog. But - now we are back. Lots of news... A is on his was to becoming a phd! We are getting a new addition to our now little family. Her name is Maggie - she was on born on Feb 1st 2009 and will be coming home 28th of March. Can't wait to hold her! A's parents are visiting us for 6 months this summer. That will be good. Since we do get a little tired all by ourselves. After all we are from a country where 1 billion of us fit into that small piece of land. So not seeing people around us (all the time) makes us a little unhappy.
That is all for news from my end. Pictures of Maggie to follow soon.

Remember...

So A and I have been wanting to get a dog home for the longest time. Finally we made up our minds to get one and call it our own. The moment this decision was announced - critics jumped on us. Well wishers - that is what they are. Well... if you wish well for us - then wish well... hope that when we get the dog home we can bear that responsibility and do a good job - really - just wish us well for once!
If you are expecting us to fail and give up the moment it starts getting difficult - then you really have no faith in what we do - and no trust in what we promise to do.
So - now the story is - I am even more determined to bring the dog home - more because I want to prove you wrong - for all the times that you doubted us. It is never enough - no matter how much you prove yourself - there are always those who peek from behind the bushes and wait for you to fail - just to pounce on you then and tell you "I told you so". They never come around to ask - "how can we help"...
They have doubted all the time - no matter what we do - doubt is always the first reaction. I have never heard them saying they believe we can do it. It breaks my heart every time - yet I try to do everything right just to get them to believe. But it is too much to ask.
Note to self - remember never turn to these people for help - because all you will see if their backs because they will be the first to turn away and start walking...

Keeping count...

Remember the good stuff... remember the positive things...
Well then we will never learn, will we? Everything that is good has a bad side... its just like two faces of the same coin. Can we just look at one side and not bother about the other? The coin will always have two faces whether we like it or not. So - the better way to think (according to me is) - know there is or was some bad side to this good side that we are in now...
Everything that goes up - comes down... only then does it go up again. So this is my attempt to keep track of everything that wasn't so nice/positive/good in 2008. Now that it is coming to an end... hopefully 2009 will bring better brighter days.

The not so good...
2008:
1. took Dimma away from us: My 96/97 year old maternal grandmother. She was bundle of sweet. I still remember the distinct smell of her - a mixture of paan and zarda. She was a very straight forward woman. Never fearing to tell the truth. An ray of hope in the right direction, for all of us who are quickly becoming part of this hypocritical society. As we grow old - memories from our childhood start to fade. There is so much I still remember about my childhood with Dimma. I will document that in another blog post - some other day - and do justice to the memories.
2. took a little part of me away: If all went well - who knows where we would have been. We would probably have been riding high in parenthood heaven. But - that was not meant to be - so it didn't. Let's not dwell on it. This is meant as a reminder of what was and a hope for what might come to be.
3. took A's Dadima from us: I didn't know her too well - just the short visits we had when we went back home. But she was a strong women I heard. She fought till the end and was lucky to have her sons with her in her last days. May she rest in peace.
4. took a few other people - who we didn't really know - but they were important to some of our friends. May we never forget them.


The wonderful:
1. A's cousin found a place for herself in Boston. This is extra special because - I know A loves to have people and family around. Seeing him happy makes me happy. The past few months have introduced me to a life where its just not the two of us anymore - and I have loved it.
2. My childhood friend came to visit us from London - only for 3 days... it was a short trip - but it felt good. After such a long time to just sit around and talk and talk and talk .. till it was time for her to check in for her flight!
3. A turned 30! We didn't do too much to mark the occasion but it is sure worth remembering. Maybe I will do something special for him next birthday.
4. A new opportunity presented itself to A. He got a chance to diversify his skills - which will get us closer to India sooner! So that is definitely a good thing.
5. We settled on a house in India. Finally! So - if all goes well... we will have a place to stay.


That was all I could think of so far... will amend this list as I remember.

Good things come in small packages...

Thought I'd died and gone to heaven. If there is a place on earth that we can call heaven - that was home - these past 3 weeks. We had a little angel staying with us - she gave us (A and I) the most wonderful memories. Sure... there will be many more wonderful memories in our life... nothing like the first ones though!
Her four little paws... walking all over A in the morning... trying desperately to get our attention and wake us up - so one of us can be nice and take her outside. The amount of unconditional love that comes out of those ultra-expressive eyes... the never ending willingness to lick our hands,feet,faces and anything else she can lay her tongue on was simply put - breathtaking.
Every morning would be a routine of love and affection showering - just before we head out for a brief walk. The noiseless barks and howls are a treat for the ears and watching her take it extremely seriously is hilarious! Soon after the walk - we come back inside genuinely concerned about A and where he is. Food is the remotest thought in our minds at that point. As soon as we spot A in the house and notice that he is getting ready to leave for work - little miss B gets sad - her favorite person is about to head out the door and she will be left behind with me or our cousin or no one!
We can visibly see the thoughts crossing her mind at that point. Her sad eyes get sadder by the minute... but still with a heavy heart we leave her behind her gates.
She watches in silence - never complaining - just telling us over and over again - "I will miss you".
The days when I stay home with her - pass by beautifully with us hanging out together. She will follow me with her little click-clack footsteps every where... she sleeps through most of the afternoon - when I am trying to get most of my work done. Then as soon as evening rolls in - she knows A is going to be back home soon. Then she starts waiting...
As soon as the garage door starts rolling up - it is time for her to run around the house and find the door that will open and bring her closer to A! It was a pleasure watching her go through the entire drill every single day! Some days I was lucky to be on the receiving end of it and I must point out that it is the best welcome anyone can ever get! No one has been so overjoyed to see me after just 8 or 9 hours!
Well... now she is back home with her real parents - it was great for A and I to play foster parents for a while. She is a lovely girl and we will always cherish these three weeks.. and wait for the next time we can have her around.
The most painful part of these three weeks was when we had to get into the car without her after we dropped her off at her real parent's... those eyes looking at us asking "why can't I come?" are just painful to forget. But we know she is happy - and may God always keep her that way...

Beginning of a journey....

Today being my first day of blogspot writing, thought I would keep it simple & general as I am not sure how the writing will turn out to be.

I started playing with the idea of writing, the moment guria mentioned it last night, though I am not sure if I ever wanted to, especially blogs, because somehow I never understood the mechanism or never found it interesting enough!

It was the idea of writing down the memories of our childhood or that of our lives & sharing that with each other that interested me most. When I went to sleep, I laid awake thinking about what I would write & how…but today morning, sitting infront of the laptop, (oh god!!!!) wish I could the inside of my brains (!!!)…. innumerable thoughts started creeping in & fighting to come out making it more difficult for me to actually think as to what I would write!!! That’s why decided to keep it ‘general’!!

Considering the number of memories coming back to me…well, my life is not that lifeless!! & come to think of it…I always thought my life was worth nothing remembering for!!! I wonder where were all these memories for all these years??

My idea of memoirs was associated with the conventional method of pen & paper, where one would read out to others their thoughts, observations etc. or if not, to maintain it as one’s personal space where one would pour his/her heart out, away from the prying eyes of the world. Blogs, well, I was not too sure about that!!!

In this age when everything happens at the speed of nanoseconds, people around the world may have come closer but yet they have managed to move away from their own self or so as to say their immediate near & dear ones. We talk of networking nowadays & yet how little we know of the people staying with us!!! Blogs may be one of the ways to maintain that personal touch inspite of being millions of miles or few steps away from each other..!!!

Lets see how our, guria’s & mine, venture of writing down our memories turns out to be!! 20 years down the line, I don’t know where we will be, but hope this blog will still keep us going!!

To read a person...

Impressions form in a matter of seconds, it takes even less time to ruin a really good impression. It is worth a moment of everyone's time to stop and think how much work goes into building a relation, making an impression, leaving a mark (a good one)... and it takes so little to wipe out all that hard work. A blow to the right place with the wrong words or actions will ruin everything. Recently I have come to realize that what seems to be ...hardly is.. and what is...seldom seems to be.
Both A and I are alike - taking someone on face value has become a (bad) habit for us. In the end what awaits eagerly is just hurt and broken relations. Relations that we thought were important and mattered... we would and could go out of our way entirely to make it work. Silly kids... that is so juvenile! Well... we are learning.. slowly but surely. To have a good relation with anyone... there is always a lot of work involved. Even when someone is related by blood - we are born with the relation - however keeping it alive is entirely our responsibility.

To build a good future... it is important to look into the past and learn from all the rights...that went wrong...

It is OK to judge - but do we feel equally OK when we are set on the other side of the same table?

Is it OK to give up?

To give up and give in - can be read by whoever is reading as weakness. In the face of adversity we are pretty much accepting that whatever the difficulty is did get the best of me. There is nothing more we can say or do... really? I don't think so. There is a reserve of strength, courage and perseverance in all of us. We don't know about it till the day when we need it. That is why we often hear people use the phrase - "Just when we were about to give up...". This only goes to show that what we think is the limit is hardly that. There is no doubt a limit to everything - a limit to what you can do for others, a limit to what you can take from others, a limit to how far you would tolerate. It is upto every human being to set the limit for ourselves. People who choose not to set a high limit are the ones who usually give up and give in early in the game. Survival was never going to be easy. In reality it is a game that we all play till the end. When the end arrives and we are left alone we think back on all that we have done. It is those who are not alone at the end who know they have come out on the top and top is where they stay...forever.

Get..Set..Wait...

Yes! I know what I want to do... I'll start my own small business. I will be my own boss. That in itself is a bright idea - bright enough to keep me going all day. Not that I don't like my present or past supervisors bar one. I have been somewhat lucky in that area... they were all wonderful mentors who knew exactly how to and when to let go and when to hold on.
That being said - I and many like me always wanted to started something of their own - this is the age of Baby Boomers - not that I am a baby anymore.. i am quiet old to have started something 10 years ago. But never say never right? So I am going to start something someday - there are a billion ideas playing around in my head all day everyday... to see any one of them through to reality is going to take a lot of courage. Specially because we (as a family) have a few commitments that will take precedence and then comes my dream. But this dream won't be a dream forever - that I am sure of. I will begin my journey to entrepreneurship soon... a few years maybe.

I am not going to disclose my ideas on this blog just because I don't want the whole world (not that anyone reads) to read about it and beat me to it! The first rule of being a successful business woman - be wary of business women like self - no one minds a good idea for free!

Memories...

For mine to have and remember... what about people who can't remember? No - I am not one of them - I am on the other end of the spectrum. I remember too well. Every word, action, expression.. every single detail. Sometimes it is painful. The downside of remembering is... I have access to and can play back every single moment in my head a million times - they can be paused..rewound...I never really fast forward. However, as cool as it sounds... it is not that cool all the time. I don't wish to remember some of the not-so-pleasant moments in my life. The curse is... I have to.
So that being said - how would it be if I could just forget everything. If I could immediately forget the many impressions that people leave behind... would that help? It might, in some cases... it will be a second chance to build relations that are misunderstood the first time. It will allow me to experience the little things in life a little better as if that it the first time I am ever seeing it. They say we should live every moment as if it were our last. I say live it like its your first! With "last" comes the thought of an end somewhere... which brings some sadness with it. But with "first" there is only a magnificent possibility of there being many more beautiful moments in life. So why not live like there is a whole life ahead of us. Forget and wipe out what the past tries to show us over and over. Learn from it but don't let it decide what your future will be. Let your heart (not head) decide what the future brings. If only everyone thought with their hearts... the world wouldn't be so heartless...

If I hold the light in my hand... why should I shed it on the path I left behind...Won't I need it to look ahead?

Going off on a Tangent....

So recently something stirred up in me... I realized I am a very proud person. Maybe a little timid but proud. I don't show my pride at all really... but if you are looking for it - you will see it! Needless to say I am a working woman and that contributes a whole lot to my pride. Its not like I earn a whole lot to feel that way - but it is my hard earned money and with it I feel like I can buy the world for everyone! I truly can't.
Ever since I was a little girl I was taught the importance of money... and how hard people work for it. So the importance of respecting someone else's money was a highlight in my values! I don't really think so much about things I own - they are mine and I know I can't offend myself. But when it comes to things that someone else owns... I am extra-ultra-careful. Its just in by blood - it comes naturally.
I know and have met some people in my (still short) life who don't agree with that school of thought. A relation to them is what gives them the right to certain things. I might sound selfish - but - "what I have is mine - unless I give it to you and what you have is your's and I will not take it without your permission or assume you would want to give it to me unless you specifically say so". Does it make sense? Maybe it does - maybe it doesn't. Assumption is not what I live my life by.... I don't assume anything - even love. I need to know someone who loved me yesterday still loves me today - that is also their's to give... to who they please. I can (by my actions) prove myself worthy of it - but it is still not something I just assume.
The only love that is unconditional - is a mother and her child's. That is the only thing that comes with no strings and cannot fade away. Everything else - we have to work towards - be it money...fame... honor.. even love.
So that brings me back to my point earlier - can I assume that something that is not mine today will be mine - just because...? I don't see a reason why I should be able to make that assumption. If I don't fight or work for it - it never really is mine.

If life was handed to us on a silver platter... would we still be alive or just exist?

Immortality

Immortality...its your's "take it"...said Brad Pitt as Acheles.
On 3rd Feb at 11:00AM IST my dimma passed away. This was a day we all knew would arrive we just didn't want to think about it. She was a sweet gentle soul who never wished ill for anyone.
I wanted to jot down a few things that make her special and will always keep her alive in my mind as Dimma.
1. The summer vacations to Ashoknagar to see Dimma
2. The endless pampering of grandchildren showered by Dimma and Dadu.
3. The visits in Kankulia house by Dimma... those were wonderful... she used to make goja and nimki for us!
4. Visiting mumum in Dhakuria with Dimma - walking up from Kankulia to mumum's house in the evenings was wonderful.
5. Going to celebrate Durga puja and Kali puja with Dimma.
6. The smell of Dimma's house and sari filled with the minty freshness of Pan and zarda.
7. The scoldings we used to get from Dimma and no scolding at all from Dadu. :)

I will always miss you Dimma and Dadu. You will always remain in my heart as the two warmest people I knew.

Love you forever.

Oooh Baby baby...
I don't remember at what point I started wanting one of my own. At what point did my maternal instincts take over. I cannot put a finger on that moment but I know for sure that this is all I want today and will want for as long as I don't have my baby. And when I do I will not stop wanting another. They are precious... so many thoughts rush through my head when I think of how it will be when I will have a little person in my arms... looking up and thinking I am her/his hero. I know I used to always think my mom was my hero. She still is. There is so much strength in my mother and I think she got that strength as side effects of motherhood. I want to be strong too... just like Mommy. I can't imagine what it must be like to be the world for someone. A is my world... but I am hardly his. His world has so many things going on in it that sometimes I feel tiny in it. So I feel the need to have someone of my own... who will mean the world to me again and who will love me like there is no tomorrow!

Resolutions are made to be broken like promises…

After all aren’t they promises made to self? Every year I make a list of ‘self-made’ promises – just to be kept to myself for about 15 days… and when a fortnight passes with no efforts made, the promises are conveniently forgotten. Only to be remembered at the end of the year. So this year I have a good set of promises – things that I want to do have piled up through the year and all of them have been compiled into one sweet list of resolutions. Here is a brief glimpse of the list

i.Take care of myself – do something nice every day. Even if that involves spending 5 minutes to feel fresh.

ii.Invest sometime every day in arts and hobbies…take the mind off the every day things.

iii.Follow the cleaning schedule to the ‘dot’.

iv.Keep things organized as far as possible.

v.Cut down on the amount of sleep… no one needs 10 hours of sleep!

vi.Do something nice for someone that you can write about.

vii.Fill out and start your PM application.

viii.Think about taking GMAT if PM is not working out.

ix. Save some money for ma and pa!

What? Isn’t that a long enough list?
Ok now moving on to Santa’s list. Although for me Santa is the sweetheart I married -  - no one ever told me not to make a list. What it Santa really exists… atleast he’ll know what I want.
My list for Santa is very simple:

i.A baby

That is it! See I told you it is not scary. No one every trusts anyone these days. Anyway – so since the spirit of Christmas rubs on everyone a little bit here and there – I am taking it upon me to make it as chritmassy as possible for my family.

Are you sure this is development?

We are proud to be Indians – especially given the recent economic development of the country! Measures of development of a country is set against an economic benchmark. Ask any regular middle class or as they prefer to be called these days upper middle class family member and all that has changed is that people ended up with more money. That is because the employers (mostly MNCs) are paying more. That is good – Mr A would say – “this money will trickle down to the poorer people in the society and it will show”. Sure it takes time for anything to trickle down through a billion+ people. Not corruption. Not poverty. Not illiteracy. How has that survived for so long and grown by leaps and bounds? We have seen wonderful developments made in the capital city. New roads – better public transportation systems, the IT hub of the country (Bangalore) is going to make helipads available in the city center to attract investors and VIPs to fly in and out without having to waste hours stranded in traffic. Is that a solution for the general population? We are not getting a helicopter anytime soon – so how is the commute going to look for us… every single day? How am I going to get to the hospital in a life and death emergency?

West Bengal has become a whole different story on its own. Political big guns hire criminals to clean up for them and they are obliged for a meager sum of money. The common people who chose to earn an honest living suffer. Nothing has changed. It is easy to think “nothing has changed” and “nothing ever will”. It is also easy to say something needs to be done. But today we the young and the middle class of India need to do something about it.

All I can do it think about it from thousands of miles away and hope and pray my family is safe and not being affected by this. But isn’t this a trickle effect – will this pain not trickle up or down to us?

“If you undo all the work that you did in the past – you have nullified your existence. Aren’t you back where you started?”

To have and to hold...
A little bit of understanding goes a long way. Life goes through thick and thin and takes us on a roller coaster ride with it. Emotions are not always something we can successfully control. Sometimes it is alright to give in to it and it is then that we turn to see the familiar face next to us and all we look for is a nod. Just to say "I know where you are and where you are coming from". But that, sometimes is the hardest thing to get from someone.
Everything else seems to be an easier option compared to just a little bit of support. Isn't that what relations are based upon? They say trust is the foundation of a good relation. Trust for what? Trust that I will always be there? Trust that I will never let you down? Trust that I won't give up? Can I expect the same trust? Can I trust you to be there for me? Can I trust you to understand me and my emotions? Can I trust you to support and love me always?
These are not questions for me... these are questions everyone who is or is planning to be in a relation for a lifetime should ask. Is there a 'no' hidden in all the 'yes'-es.?

Probably it is too much to ask... or is it?

Long time no see!

Yes, its been a while since I scribbled in here. But believe me - I have been thinking about things... So there is something to look forward to everyday. A special dinner, a new project, work, a new day! Life moves on and there are subtle yet important things that happen everyday...some remembered for years to come and some forgotten in a heart beat! Isn't this the only life we will know? So why is it that we don't end up treasuring every moment of it. Every second brings with it the mystery of the future and the memories of the past...doesn't it? I will never see myself like this again..! I will never wake up next to my better half on this day again! That has to be special...
So anyway.. now that I have managed to convince you and myself that I have been thinking... long story short.. I haven't really found anything outstanding to write about! So that brought me to think - why can't every moment be special? Why does something extra-ordinary-out-of-this-world have to happen to get my attention! So this weekend my yard gets my attention... small things that go un-noticed and fall in the list of trivial things get my attention. Because nothing is trivial and nothing exists without a reason. So lets all try to give every little thing its due importance!

To love or not...

This might be a little too mushy for some - but my hormones are making me mushy today! So you guys get to suffer :). Lately I have been listening to some music that makes me want to curl up with my better half and just lay there. I am not sure what to call this - but have you ever felt like a song or a tune just touches the deepest corner inside you. It doesn't have to be extraordinary music - just some tune that penetrates your skin - mind and soul. It is an amazing feeling that makes you fall in love all over again and remember the reasons why you fell in love in the first place. Amidst all the trivial issues that life hands out everyday we seldom stop to think why we are where we are - what would have been if we didn't have the pillar of strength in our lives. I am not even sure I would have been writing this today. Life is just a little bit better because you are in it... It is not everyday that I acknowledge that. Our ears transfer the happy feeling to our hearts when someone sings praises for us - but how many times in a day have we stopped to say something nice to someone...especially the person that never forgets to shower us with love and affection?
Life will only get busier - does that mean that the person I love the most will get loved less with every passing day?