I was at the metro station and taking the lift. There was a mirror in it. As soon as the door closed, I started checking my hair and makeup in the mirror. Without warning the door opened and a middle-aged man entered the lift. I felt embarrassed and gave him a self-conscious smile. He smiled back genially. After a couple of seconds, he said "You looks very beautiful!" Aww... Thank you, stranger, for making my day :)
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Always your home
Hi Maa, today we complete one year of moving into our own house. Can you believe it? For ages, we dreamt of setting up our own place, a major part of the 'we' being you. Your vision fueled our drive. I hope the house is very close to how you wanted it to be.
We had a small Gana Homa at home. I have been missing you even more throughout the week. You would have prepared so much for the Puja. Not necessarily excited, more anxious I think :) You would have washed all the silver utensils and puja items. Fussed about the number of people being invited, cleaning the house top to bottom. Selecting what jewelry to wear for the occasion would have been a ritual in itself.
When we were getting things ready for the Puja, I was so proud of your collection. You had every item ready right from the 'deepa's to the 'mane's. When the priest asked for bigger vessels for the prasada, I could easily reach into the shelf and give him exactly what he needed. Papa was as restless as ever, moving around and saying a hundred things at a time. I wish you were there to calm him down. When the priest asked for our raashi and nakshatra, I looked for you, our database.
I miss you every day. I want to come home to you, lay my head in your lap. I want to see you sitting at your favorite place on the floor, eating food or drinking tea, despite us repeatedly asking you to sit on the chair. I long for your signature chicken curry and also the regular comfort food you make. I want to call you mumma-dumma, ambade, amtekai and many other names I reserved only for you. Every other day, I absentmindedly think of ordering your medicine and giving you insulin. I want to take you on walks, buy you your favorite food, take you shopping, play your favorite songs.
Nobody is immortal. But you still had so much life in you, Maa. You were yet to experience so many joys. I hope you have moved on to a much better life. And yet, I wish I could wish you back in my life.
We had a small Gana Homa at home. I have been missing you even more throughout the week. You would have prepared so much for the Puja. Not necessarily excited, more anxious I think :) You would have washed all the silver utensils and puja items. Fussed about the number of people being invited, cleaning the house top to bottom. Selecting what jewelry to wear for the occasion would have been a ritual in itself.
When we were getting things ready for the Puja, I was so proud of your collection. You had every item ready right from the 'deepa's to the 'mane's. When the priest asked for bigger vessels for the prasada, I could easily reach into the shelf and give him exactly what he needed. Papa was as restless as ever, moving around and saying a hundred things at a time. I wish you were there to calm him down. When the priest asked for our raashi and nakshatra, I looked for you, our database.
I miss you every day. I want to come home to you, lay my head in your lap. I want to see you sitting at your favorite place on the floor, eating food or drinking tea, despite us repeatedly asking you to sit on the chair. I long for your signature chicken curry and also the regular comfort food you make. I want to call you mumma-dumma, ambade, amtekai and many other names I reserved only for you. Every other day, I absentmindedly think of ordering your medicine and giving you insulin. I want to take you on walks, buy you your favorite food, take you shopping, play your favorite songs.
Nobody is immortal. But you still had so much life in you, Maa. You were yet to experience so many joys. I hope you have moved on to a much better life. And yet, I wish I could wish you back in my life.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
2020 - A new decade
We are at the end of one more year. I have seen a lot of highs and lows in the past twelve months, much like the entire decade. However, life is all about looking forward and filling it with memories and experiences. There is something about the new year which makes me feel fresh and renews my enthusiasm for life.
This year I will not be listing my goals here. I am going to try the old fashioned way of journaling. I also intend to blog more about other things. Last year was so hectic that I did not have time even to jot down my experiences. I will be backlogging some of them to enjoy reliving them in the future.
This year I will not be listing my goals here. I am going to try the old fashioned way of journaling. I also intend to blog more about other things. Last year was so hectic that I did not have time even to jot down my experiences. I will be backlogging some of them to enjoy reliving them in the future.
Always remember, every day is a new start, a chance to live life to the fullest. Do not despair. Hope is what feeds the soul. Sometimes, the weight you need to lose isn't on your body.
Happy new year!
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