Guilty....
Back home again but on a very unpleasant job - leaving the kid here and joining the job back. I don't know how both of us will manage this one. Feeling terribly guilty but don't find any other way too. It's quite tough on mother too, with father hardly able to help her. People back home don't want me to leave him with a maid or in a creche ...If only someone could promise to give me a job after a year I would be glad to sit at home with him. But the way I find things now, it's highly unlikely...
Mangalore is boiling and it's the peak of the wedding-season. I feel hotter just by looking at all the ladies in those heavy silk sarees. Poor things!
I feel much better in Mangalore than in BCR. Probably because I know too many people here and I know how they gossip. I mean, I feel even a thing like coming to BCR everyday can be a topic of gossip for them.....
Back home again but on a very unpleasant job - leaving the kid here and joining the job back. I don't know how both of us will manage this one. Feeling terribly guilty but don't find any other way too. It's quite tough on mother too, with father hardly able to help her. People back home don't want me to leave him with a maid or in a creche ...If only someone could promise to give me a job after a year I would be glad to sit at home with him. But the way I find things now, it's highly unlikely...
Mangalore is boiling and it's the peak of the wedding-season. I feel hotter just by looking at all the ladies in those heavy silk sarees. Poor things!
I feel much better in Mangalore than in BCR. Probably because I know too many people here and I know how they gossip. I mean, I feel even a thing like coming to BCR everyday can be a topic of gossip for them.....

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