Tagged: reflections

Odds and Ends

Vidya Sury Coffee With Mi

How odd that when we know we should cut down on something, we hold on just a little harder to it, refusing to let go. If it is food, why does it suddenly taste much better?  If it is people, why are they suddenly a little more precious? Probably because...

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New things

new things vidya sury

We had to replace the kitchen tap. About time, too. This time I splurged a bit and got one of those taps that don’t need to be turned, the one with a lever, just like the bathroom washbasin tap. So hilarious we still have the tiny basin the bathroom no? And...

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Old memories, fresh memories

memories vidya sury

Today is Thiruvadirai, Mi. I was smiling fondly at the memory of how much you loved the kali and kootu, and how I’d fuss over eating it. And with all the teasing at home, I’d feel like I was caught between a rock and a hard place–all because of a...

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Today #WeekendCoffeeShare

some days vidya sury

If we were having coffee–and of course we would–I’d tell you I woke up with butterfingers today, again, Mi. Everything I picked up, slipped off my hands, slipped from my hands. The worst was dropping a bowl of really hot oats straight from the stove to the counter. Eww. Just...

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Time for Coffee #weekendcoffeeshare

Time for coffee

Mi, if we were having coffee–as we used to, at least four times a day–I would always have so much to tell you. I smile at the thought of Sury constantly puzzled by what we could possibly have, to talk about, all the time. Obviously a lifetime wasn’t enough. Right...

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The Moments that count

moments that count

So another year bites the dust, Mi. I am tickled pink to think that when you were this age, I was already 35. Crazy no? It is, considering that you are no longer around. And that pisses me off big time more often than ever, these days. But first, I want to...

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Just for today

I was listening to One Sweet Day by Boyz II Men and Mariah Carey. Oh yes, full volume, because it is such a beautifully recorded song. Half way through the song, of course, I found myself sobbing. Could be because it is the 8th, could be because of extreme nostalgia....

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