thecoolreena

The last date of coloring my hair was 6th May 2018. And when I was coloring my hair, it used to feel as if the roots show so fast but now when I plan to grow them, time seems to be crawling like a tortoise... I went to my hairdresser and shortened my hair. And you know what I was very happy with the streaks that I gave to my hair so that I move from black to brown. And as time passed by, gloominess and sadness engulfed me. I was feeling really sad and not clear about what was causing the sadness. Anyways, I thought it was time for some EFT for myself. And the coach Reena and the client Reena came face to face. Graying hair -the emotion beneath it needs to be delicately handled and also transmuted to self-love so that it motivates me to stay put in this journey... Coach:- What are you sad about? Client:- I am not sure how many grays I have!!! I am so scared about how will I look... What to answer if people ask me what is the reason to go through this entire torture? Coach:- Re...

When I got married, my mom in law gifted me a lot of steel containers. I was really feeling weird about why steel? Anyways, things went on and then she would cook something nice and send it to us. Everything that was given to us was in a steel container. She had the biggest to the smallest boxes of steel. The biggest to the smallest steel pans with steel lids on it. I still remember I used to just use dishes or plates to cover my pans and my mom in law painstakingly got the e xact covers to each of the pans which didn't have a cover. And I was always left to wonder what is it with steel when everything is so easily available in plastic. Many times, I thought it was just about the generation gap and laughed away to it. I appreciated the efforts that she put in the kitchen and the containers. She never told me to stop storing food in plastic containers. She always modeled it for me. Whenever I would ask my father in law to get something from the market, he would very syste...

We want results...and guarantees and warranties... The other day, I was talking to my friend and she told me about this lady who was buying a plant Lady:-Bhaiya phool aayega na? Bhaiya :-Ha madam!!! Lady:- Bhaiya, sacchi batao, phool aayega na...????? Bhaiya:- ha madam..... Rachel (thinking)- by now the flower is also stressed out and feels the pressure to perform... And today, I was buying watermelon Reena :- Bhaiya, meetha hoga na? Bhaiya:- Ha madam!! Reena:- Bhaiya pakka????...aapko kaise pata chalta hai ke meetha hai ke nahi? Bhaiya:- Mera experience hai... (My watermelon is stressed and feels the stress of performing) Reena’s wisdom speaks inside her head- Let the plant just be ... Let the watermelon just be... Let our kids just be... Let the life just be... Enjoy it the way it is ... Thand rakh yaar... Just be ... Just live... Just have fun...

So my son put his foot into the lift through the collapsible doors (while it was in motion)- just managed to jut his big toe nail out and get 3 stitches a few months ago. Now the nail is beginning to grow and is a little crooked. It was chipping so I told him that I will cut it. There was a big drama that had already happened in the hospital during stitches and also post that while we had to remove them. And then today Neel- Mummy, I am scared, it will pain... Me- it’s ok, don’t worry... trust me it will be fine ... Neel- but Mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy (and whining and oouching and ooeeeing and all of that...) Me- (getting restless) I am telling you that it is ok, just trust me ... Neel- Mummy , Mummy , Mummy and (the tone changes to crying now ) Mummy, mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy.....(nail cutter is just close to the nail- not even touched it) Me- Neel, Can’t you just trust me ? I love you so much, I will take care....don’t worry!!! Neel- Mummy, muuuuuuuuummmmmmmmyyy...

Dearest daddy, Wishing you many happy returns of the day... Again another birthday when you are physically not present with us. Every year, I tell myself that you are happy wherever you are.  I also tell myself that you are watching us and blessing us and happy for us.  All of this seems good to listen to and that is all. Maybe I am trying to fool myself by saying all of this. All this logic is not accepted by my heart... It is shunned away... The truth is- there is an abyss.... the special place in my heart is empty... Daddy, you are missed when we are happy... Daddy, you are missed when we are sad... Daddy, you are missed when I achieve something... Daddy, you are missed when I make your name proud... Daddy, you are missed when I see a dad interacting with her daughter... Daddy, you are missed every single day... Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel grateful... Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel blessed... Daddy, you are missed by every c...

I wait for this signal to turn green on my scooter. It's nice and scorching. I am thinking whether it was a good idea to get my scooter and then I am interrupted by two men who navigate their way across us-the autos, cars, scooters, and bikes.They seem to be in a hurry to cross the road. And in that hurry, the shoulder of the man hits against my mirror. I was concerned about him and his shoulder and also for my mirror. Before I could allow my next thought to pop up, this man  turns behind and tries to stare at me through my sunglasses and the scarf that covered my face. He was soooooooooo angry. Anyways, he walked away and I started popping thoughts in my mind again about what exactly did that stare mean. He was the one who was in a hurry and before I could think he stared again in anger and frowned as much as he could. His stare conveyed to me that I was responsible for the pain that he was feeling on his shoulder. And then, I was waiting there getting into a justificatio...

As, I see my son diving into the swimming pool, I hear a sound next to me. I was shaken up. It was the sound of the four year old child slapped on her face by her dad. This child was sitting in between her parents. I really wanted to ignore what I heard but by reflex my head turned towards the sound. My eyes meet the mothers eyes who I thought would feel apologetic about what just happened. But she smiled at me and I tried stopping myself from giving her the most cruellest o f my looks. (I told myself to stop being judgemental) While this little girl started crying, her mom started laughing and told her daughter- How was the beating? Was it tasty? Told you to listen to daddy else Daddy gets angry!!! Don’t you understand.... Start behaving like a girl and listen ( I was zapped ....) I wanted to get up and slap this six feet heavily built dad who thought it was wise to hit this little delicate doll but I stopped myself !!! Was the dad trying to teach that being a gir...