Today morning was so cool, work on mind, cleaning, cooking, recipes, brainstorming of logo design, phew… things were going right and bang on time happening. But as you know the day doesn’t go as you plan. The test is always on with if you could finish the planned things or not with all the consequences that comes before your plans.
Finished cleaning, cooking and merrily went to maid to give a hand. But giving a hand took away my blood too. I was taking out a jar from the water tub and what happens out of blue…. red blood is streaming out of my finger tip and i kept looking at it with wonder. How did i get a cut????? The blood was oozing like it is never going to stop and my heart was sinking to lose as it takes so many months and lots of food to manufacture a drop of blood. Here a 10ml bottle is filling up and i could not think of anything. But that was not it. The painful part was here. I had to go to pee.
I just couldn’t wait, I had to go. But how??? The blood kept running and my finger paining, what to do and how to go. The home remedy seemed not working. I pressed and pressed the turmeric and cotton on the wound but no sign of relief. Finally after 20 minutes the cotton was bloody red and no sign of blood streaming out like a spring. The instant reaction to that was,rush to the loo. Finally, i was at peace.
I am still wondering what is the connection between getting hurt and the utter pee pressure that occurs.
My nephew and myself have some amazingly similar qualities which proves to create fire between us. We both have an inclination towards art, we are highly imaginative, colorful, quiet, naughty at times, talkative at times. All these similarities are the reason for the fire and ice effect. All the similarities are ice but when the transfer of words begin then there comes the fire effect. We both have our own ideas which we do not like anyone to change. We just put our foot down with our choice and one word by anyone is a disaster calling. We are stubborn, our idea is the last one that exists and will be followed, however wrong we are, we take risk to be wrong then not trying once. color combination are ours, we don’t take advice of each other, or the other person.
Being a grown up i do appreciate work done by others and i do appreciate him too but he is staunch. He likes everyone appreciating his work but he will take time to look at the other’s work, verify it and then think and nod his head, on asking he says’ hmmm it is good’, that’s it, there is no expression on his face; just that it is good.
We usually have fights on petty things like who will reach faster to his mom, who will have full attention of his mom(my sister), who will finish the biscuits last and who will not speak when the other one wants utter silence in the room. He is a fire sign and i am an air sign and usually i have to keep my weapons away as i want to talk to him and play with him and do those silly kiddie things i can, in short; be a kid with him again.
When we are good we are good but when we are mad then we are too mad. We are never balanced, we have our scales tipping at extremes. Its super fun though. But when it comes to the paper, color and ideas then we are onto ourselves, our worlds, our ideas and our stubborn self. The biggest sufferer of our mood swings, tantrums and complains for each other is his mom who bears us to our extremes and is always found sitting in between us so we don’t end up biting or pulling each other’s hair or yelling or kicking.
You won’t believe, where you see us ending all these, we lie down laughing and telling each other “what fun it was”.