Bumped

Today I received a letter from my godmother narrating to me how she was bumped by a car. Just some minor injuries she said - because she knows someone was watching over her.

Funny! I too was bumped by a motorcycle recently while I was crossing the streets of Phnom Penh. I wanted to call for help after I found myself flat on the road.
Traffic stood at standstill. Ironically the guy who bumped me happened to be a policeman. He got up from his fallen motorbike, approached me and humbly apologized sincerely (for the Khmer culture this was most important).

As for me I immediately got back on my feet hurriedly (but oh so painfully) even though my entire body was racking in agony... just because a throng of curious people were about to encircle me. I would have died of shame!
Now were they simply curious or did they wonder how fortunate I was that...
Someone up there was watching over me.

The Call

I've been trying the whole week; my call couldn't go through. Finally at the stroke of midnight I managed to contact Papa.

You can feel from his voice how happy he was hearing from me. Boy! He must have missed me, but so did I. I did miss him too. After all my last phone call was a year ago.

This is a kind of... the same feeling though whenever I leave off my prayers for a long time... could feel Your Voice missing me... and I ... You. Somehow just like my call to Papa - how I wished I placed it sooner and more frequent.

But hey! There's a new year ahead... and thanks... I could still do it.