Yesterday I heard a cute rendition of the alphabet where "S for Socks" had been replaced with "S for Superman"
Its weird - as a kid I too craved to be Superman and wear that shiny bright blue red outfit with the cape and a blazing S.
Then how on earth did I end up as disillusioned perpetually worrying secretly optimistic 30 year old who wants to be rescued instead ?
Its baffling.
Superman .. Strong.. extraordinary .. Clean hearted..rises above the menial day to day issues and focuses on the good in everbody.
Sunday Night - I came face to face with yet another ghost.
And realised how completely human I was inspite of the war paint I seem to wear on most days.
Put up the fight of a life time.
Walked away with everything intact.
Except my heart.
Where are you Mr Superman ?
