¨All around the world ¨ could be just your very own home street

Yeap… I needed more help the last week and it came from another extraordinary-ordinary lady… She is from the other part of the world that I have always dreamt to visit…or to stay for ever (when I was single and without possessions)… I mean... India… Although she is not from my Herman Hesse - Siddharta´s India…but maybe from Aravind Adiga - White Tiger´s India  ....She has the kindness that any respectable Buddha can show to others…

She is gentle, beautiful and benevolent…but the most relevant and recent thing about her is that she had this premonition that I wasn’t very well one day… that sent me a text…just twenty minutes after the ambulance left home…

“Good morning Ilia. Just missed u at school…Hoping everything is fine with u guys. Have rest and enjoy the day!!!”

She could not have any clue about my whole emergency because I was literally “out of order”…and the next morning again she sent me another text that said...  

“Morning Ilia… I wanted to visit u yesterday… I had some intuition that something is n’t right at ur place… But then just dispelled bad thoughts… no worries take rest… This will pass too… Today I’m going for teaching now… try to see u soon… Take courage… keep rest”

And since then she has always tried to find some company for me in case I need something…

She is also my neighbour and she had almost every phone number around our street because she knows someone could need her help….

Thanks Jassu… you are definitely one of my favourite neighbours from around the world…

A black-eye... for real....

Reality can punch you in the face and you just keep on doing the same things without noticing the big black-eye Life has given to you...

Sometimes I forget how wonderful my normal life is... I just need to talk with extraordinary people who look just as ordinary ones... If I feel like doing so, I could talk to someone one morning and I would found out something amazing… They have more treasures in their lives that the ones I can afford or dream about... I am not talking about money, big houses or high education… (even though most of them also have that but they wouldn’t show off them around)… Their experiences are remarkable, vast and profound that I think I am not capable of having one of them in my life time and still alive... and there they are…. Those ordinary-extraordinary people are waiting for their children in front of my kids’ school… They are along with me waiting for our loved ones… maybe talking and chatting or none of that… just waiting… and there is me my whole me almost weeping for something so stupid like “I cannot cope with my family responsibilities. I am so tired.”...

One of them heard me so kindly and supported me so selflessness that I just can write this to let her know that I am very thankful for her help…

Thanks God for the opportunity of meeting you... Melissa....

Stories...

Reality has always interested me more than fiction ....



But I can not help it... too often a snatch character chases me ... desperately searching for his personality ... accompanied by their tortures, they draw their stories in front of me taking up all my time ... I can not stop observing them ... they forced me to interpret them ..... Being absorbed .. I have no choice ... Now I know that when they find their way ... they go finally away ...

Just because I'm terrified of having too many fiction people with their problems so stuck in my head... maybe and just maybe .... I´ll copy here some stories of the past and write others in the future ....

                maybe ...