A drink.

... as I sat with akka and Porus, with a chilled glass of white russian in my hand, discussing trips to heaven (or hell) and back, I realized why death does not seem like "that bad a deal"...

... it will mean that I will finally get a chance to share that drink with papa ... though we might have to shift to beer or whisky, from what I remember :) I think I am looking forward to this with a lot of excitement and apprehension... I wonder- will he have better capacity than me? I am, after all, his daughter, and I am GOOOOD at this :)

But, for now, I think I will just sit back and enjoy the moment with my sister and husband. I am in no rush yet... though I do feel better knowing it's only uphill :)

That drink will just have to wait.

Saved

... does his rectitude shield me from my inadvertencies...
... does his sanguinity keep me from being jaded...
... does his competency ensure I move on, irrespective...
... do his prayers make up for the lack of mine...

... will his unwavering affection save me from myself...

...could I possibly be that fortunate