In Vacant or in Pensive Mood

Imagine you are 1. You have been busy all day, exploring your home and the world around you. You were running, jumping, climbing and, of course, falling. But you were having fun! So you didn't let anything stop you. You had enough energy and enthusiasm, To pull yourself up after every fall, To continue playing, no crying at all. Now it's night time. And your legs are starting to ache. You're trying to sleep, But that mosquito bite, it's also keeping you awake. You wake up. Multiple times.  Your only relief is that, each time you wake up, Mamma is there beside you.  Each time you wake up, she comforts you. When you point to your leg, she examines it, She puts lotion on it, massages it, prays over it. As she works her magic, you fall back asleep. It has only been a while. But now that weird thing, you put in your mouth--the one that mom told you not to--is making your tummy feel weirdly. You wake up again. You, and Mamma , both! She holds you close to her body, Feeds you,...

I had quite a rough day at work today. My boss kept asking me to rework what was a perfectly good promotional writeup. I was forced to work late, and when I left office two hours later than usual, he still didn't look so satisfied. I was frustrated by the end of the day. When I'm feeling an emotion, any emotion at all, my immediate reaction is to vent it out. As I walked out of office, I decided it wouldn't be such a good idea to talk loudly to my alter ego in public. So I decided to call someone I thought might listen empathetically. I called twice, but there was no answer. So much for empathy! Feeling more frustrated,and a little hurt, I called my dad. When he answered the phone, I told him that I was just leaving office then. He enquired why I was leaving that late; I grabbed the question as an opportunity to vent out my emotional story. My dad heard half the story, and at some point when I paused (for dramatic effect), thought I was done, and hung up! Disappointed,...