I am staying with my son. It’s so different from staying on my own. At my own home I remained busy. Looking after the house, getting groceries, cooking, gardening, going for my Quran classes, visiting friends and relatives or having them in return, the days whizzed by. Here, mostly I sit in my room overlooking the back lawn and stare out of the window. 😕 Occasionally a bird stirs and fly through and that’s it.
My days brighten up when my sister calls, so I get someone to talk to. She introduced me to VC Andrews recently. I got my third book of VC and have started reading it. I am so glad that I have got books to read otherwise I would have died of boredom.
Books are fun. They are companions. They take you to their world, making you forget the world you are in. I am weak at heart and that’s why I choose light fiction in books. At times even these books have scary parts which gives me terrible pangs. What I do is—— skip that part, or jump right to the end to see that, ‘All’s Well.’ I see in my mind’s eye at moments like these, my granddaughter M2 shaking her head at me, “No Nano, you can’t do this.”