After all isn’t it Him that they want to celebrate and not the other way around?!
Where are the religious fanatics when they are most needed?!
Update: got even better picture today!!
On some days, I enjoy the luxury of taking afternoon nap with daughter. And then in a brief silent moment, I let the sweetness of hot tea and the strong aroma of spices added to it take over my senses. That’s when I close my eyes, take a deep satisfied breath and feel completeness of that moment.
To get the child in us stand up
And run towards the horizon.
To feel the twinkle in our eyes
As we catch the ray of a hiding sun.
My mother is very pretty
More than Alia or Parineeti!
She is cute, lively and funny,
Oh, she is the bestest mummy!
Ever and ever and ever,
She is the best mummy forever!
The song in my mind as I read this over and over again:
I look forward to the weekend afternoons where I can get away doing absolutely nothing. This is also the time when cooking becomes more than just a chore. I prepare my ‘comfort food’, park myself in the couch, watch some movie or read some book. There is no rush to gulp the food down or stick a deadline to anything that needs to be done. Such a welcome break from the days when time flies faster than one can keep track of. At the end of the couch is the crisp newspaper, with all its gossip, puzzles, crosswords, and occasional items of news. There still is romance in turning over its pages, reading every single word, even the weekly zodiac predictions, which one forgets as soon as they have been read! Oh! how can I miss mentioning the naps – the hoping for an hour long nap which extends into two hours, thus making you feel all disoriented when you do manage to get up! But you have the savior in form of the strong masala tea, the smell of which sets the tone of the evening – relaxed and happy.
Home, for me, is the small corner in the house where I feel most comfortable and secure. As a kid, it was the tent made of old bed-sheets, hosted somewhere in the sparely used storeroom. When I grew a little older, it was that small place between my bed and the window, just next to the air cooler. Right now, it is besides my balcony, looking at blooming marigolds and the few coconut trees planted just outside the house.It’s MY place and although I may not be as possessive about it as perhaps Sheldon was, I do consider it as the source of all my thoughts, brooding and motivations 😉
As I grew up, I realized that I do not feel any need or desire for that ‘perfect’ house to be in. I have a few basic points on my checklist and most of them have been ticked as done. Perhaps that is the reason why I am even enjoying the struggles that sometimes come in as part of being in an ‘imperfect’ place.
To sum it up, I am in a happy place right now. Yes, there are some parts of life that needs a little more attention to get sorted. But in all, things are good – good enough to have me sit and think of getting back to write and share the significant and insignificant going-on of life, the books which I read and movies that I watched, the animated and sometimes wordless conversations with friends and family.