He is Three

I can still recall the day he was born. He never laughed till he became 10 months old. Only thing he did was just stared at me. He cried a lot even though he was hungry or not, Even though he felt uncomfortable or not. When he saw me for the first time after 9 months in the Airport he couldn’t recognize me. Two days later he used to inspect me and slowly became friendly with me. I never forget the way he used to run with me and he liked me to carry him even though he could walk. On 7th August 2008 he will be three years old. I am dying to see my grown up son soon.

Floating in the Sea

Last Weekend we went to Qantab Beach. I spent about half an hour floating and smiling at the bright sun. I still recall the days I spent hours to learn how to float and one fine day I realised it was just a matter of keeping your body straight. Of course a slight upward movement of your head will give you the perfect balance. I've tried floating about an hour but the bright sunshine did not allow me to carry on. I still struggle with perfect action of backstroke and if I succeed I am sure I will spend hours and hour in the sea.