Of fatherhood, more fatherhood, ideas and sleeves

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The sermon this Sunday was on the Lord’s Prayer and it gave a new definition to the term prayer, prayer is a relationship and that is captured in the first two words of the prayer. It is true the first two words offer universal son-ship and brotherhood, children of one God, makes us all brothers and sisters.

On the note of fatherhood Trinity is now giving so many fulfilling moments that make life so wonderful. Her eyes that light up when I enter home, the pure joy when I lift her up, the impish smile when she has done something that she knows is not permitted at her 10 months, when she cuddles in my arms, the baby steps the list goes on.

Trinity also has reopened my eyes to the small joys of life; every time I watch her amuse herself with just a piece of paper I wonder why I get bugged when I have nothing around me and retire to the idiot box. We have tried to amuse her with Fischer Price and Funskool but lose to a discarded sock, a piece of paper, a spoon.

The entrepreneurship bug has been flying around me for quite some time and now I am getting slowly bitten. Idea generation has never been a problem but the fear of failure has tied me down, now I have decided to take baby steps maybe inspired by Trinity again, however for these steps I must thank my classmate whose idea we are now attempting to bring into life. It is tough to devote some time for this with a full time job but the industry (where I work in) is facing an imminent bloodbath and maybe this can be a potential safety net.

And yes I am open to consulting with any potential entrepreneurs and am willing to give my ideas if they can use it and am currently sitting on a very nice smelling idea of anyone is interested.

Finally why do women wear transparent sleeves? Having the cake and eating it too? I think it is silly how about you? If you wonder why this is ending a totally unrelated post, another post will be on the way soon.

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  1. Raveena11:13 pm

    ha ha! That post jumped from one place to another! I loved the part about Trinity the most! :)

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