No woman no cry...

Late Winter welcoming the Spring! Yosemite National Park

I am listening to this version of Marley's awesome 'No woman, no cry', by Katherine Jenkins (feat. Cody Karey) while typing this entry...

Sigh, I think it's been like..a couple of months since I last put a piece in here. Many things to do, yet not enough time and hands to do all of them.

But coming back to my intent on the thing that I'd like to publish today, no woman no cry. Rivetingly true, I've to admit.

When I hit that age of breaking away from my mother for a 3-days-2-nights school camp, I remember sobbing uncontrollably with a whole continent of people watching me, puzzled. I still do now every time I leave my beloved mum home.

I still remember crying endlessly when my sisters hurled some words that cut me deep as a result of my stubbornness antiques. In the dark, even. I still do now, for them, in the dark but for missing them dearly when they're most of the time out of physical reach and hugs.

There was a time when I get to know bright and awesome girls back in school days and enjoyed raptuous candours of gossips and boys. Then it hit me like an oncoming truck when we've to lead our own lives paths, pursuing what we needed to achieve as we chose to go to other colleges. I remember I cry for ages, refusing food and living only on photographs of our great school days. I still do now, whenever I go through those big smiley photographs of angel like girls--cried a few buckets at that but this time with few cookies in a hand!

"Lunch for 1, La Castanogla, San Francisco"

So, you see, if there's not a woman in my life, I don't think I'd shed so much tear. But without a woman in my life, neither laughters nor bonds coming my way.

Comments: A strength of woman is like a tea bag. You never know how strong she can be until you put her on hot water.