A Cultured Life…

…stumbling through life with two beautiful daughters – often tripping, sometimes running!!

After the smoke and guns….

While all of Boston celebrates the end to last weeks madness, I am sitting somewhere far away in India. The finish line looks farther than ever before to me. Now it has become a frightful place to be. Reading a news article about the London Marathon 2013 held this sunday, one of the runners asked his family to stay away from the finish line.
Sadly, I feel the same way.

I am a runner, desperate to get back to running. But I find myself constrained. I make excuses for not running, my body is recuperating, I need to give it time and such. But I can’t bring myself to run.

I need to see Aditi, hold her close, for a long time. I need to give my thanks that I am living to tell a happy story. For this, I will have to wait another two months.

Only then, perhaps, I can tie my laces once again – plod my way through the last 3 kms (could be a 5K, a 10K or a 42.09K :))

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The Boston Marathon and my child

I have this huge stone in the pit of my stomach right now. All day I have been alternating between a hole in my stomach and a stone to fill it.
A moment of great joy, immense pride is now forever wrapped up in fear and grief and misgiving.
Aditi would have never been at the Boston Marathon 2013 medical tent if it was not for me.
I am the one who took to running first, in a family of avid sports watchers.
I have forever painted srinivas and Aditi and swati with the running infectiousness that only an insanely happy runner can.
I have tried to protect her from the real and imagined bad thoughts.
I have tried to protect her from now and future mistakes
How do I protect her from wanting to do something because it would make her mom happy?

This the reason she was at that medical tent- because it was her second time volunteering, because mom would be so proud once again, because for now this would be closest mom would get to the Marathon course.

How do I protect her??

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