Almost four weeks and counting..

It is with a heavy heart and a helpless mind I think of our dear friend who is still battling to come back to her daughter and all of us. April 17th and it will be four weeks she has not talked, or hugged her daughter. My heart goes out to her daughter more than anyone else. Sometimes I feel sad that all our prayers did not help, sometimes I feel hopeless and at other times I want that one miracle to happen NOW. Her upper brain has still not recovered from the damage caused because of lack of oxygen to the brain when the cardiac arrest happened. You always wonder what if.... she was a bit more cautious in her day to day life, what if ....the paramedics could have come a little sooner, what if ....another adult was home when this happened ??

We are all praying for you dear friend and will continue to do so until you wake up from that deep slumber !

Praying for a dear friends recovery

A very pretty young lady, a great mom to a six year old, a good daughter, wife and sibling, kind hearted, very adjusting, never hurt anyone, and a lot lot more. She is all that and a very dear friend to many of us. I remember I first saw her when she came to the US as a newly wed. We ( me and my mom who was here with me at that time) had invited her over for lunch. She had just landed and all I remember was that she was very shy and quiet, and hardly talked.It has been 10 years since.

Today she is in a critical condition, and it is paining me a lot to see her this way. I feel very helpless.I feel sad for her daughter. I hope that a miracle does happen and she wakes up like nothing happened. I hope she fights it and finds the strength to come back and be there for her daughter. I hope all our prayers and positive energy will be sent to her and she will fight back.....I hope all will be well again for the family and her.

Spring

Rolling green hills I see all around me

Spring is here ! don't you agree ?

Bright blue skies, everything is serene,

Mountains are shades of yellow and green.

Trees turning white, red and pink,

Covered with blossoms upto the brink.

Nature playing holi the festival of colors, I think

Painting its body with all the colorful ink !

One gaze at the mountains and I am mesmerized

I count my blessings and feel energized.