It’s only words and words are all I have …

So there was I standing in the Kitchen informing my sister that I reached Kuwait safe and sound, and when I turned around, he stood there near the door rubbing his eyes in disbelief that his father was indeed home. Although he was at the airport to receive me he was fast asleep, then he charged towards me, hugged me so tight,  I have no words to explain, i guess I have never felt this emotion since I first held him when he was out of the incubator after spending 5 days. And then he asked ‘Dada, your booboo finished?’ . I said ‘No Darling, it’s only a while, Everything is going to be all right‘

So I arrived in Kuwait yesterday from Mangalore after meeting ‘the most’ dysfunctional family on planet earth. Don’t you hate it when your own people fake sympathy or even try to scare you? or give you hints how the property should be divided. Sick people, but that’s where I come from, No regrets ! I was Destined to suffer I guess.

So the surgery date has been fixed, June 28th is the day ! I will be operated in one of the best hospitals in South Mumbai. Since Joy hospital is acting like a biatch with the insurance company, I have decided to get operated at the Saifee hospital in South Mumbai. Although its opposite side of town and commuting will hell of a challenge in the Mumbai rains, We have no option but go ahead with it. Hope God holds back rain by a little during this time, just like 2002 July when I got married and rain gods were kind enough to us that it didn’t rain most of the times we went out.

Meanwhile, waiting for a blood test this Monday, gotta check my WBC count, if everything is normal will be joining work for just 10 days. God I hate to sit at home and not earning my daily bread !