Memories from another day . . .

Some Mothers Do Have Them

Some Mothers Do Have Them

It’s nostalgia week of sorts, Mi. I was in Bombay for two days and was so tempted to run across to see Little Flowers’, but didn’t have the time. I resolved to go see it next time I am there. By the way, I ate […]

To do do do list

To do do do list

Yeah, one of those days, Mi. Funny thing is, when I go to bed, I lay there making grand plans, adding things to my before 10 am list–most of which is kitchen-fridge. With summer here, the fridge is groaning with the juices and fruits and […]

A Tisket A Tasket

A Tisket A Tasket

I’ve been bursting to show off to you since the past three days, Mi, but I got busy with a million little things. Still, I simply have to blow my trumpet, you know.

For once, last week, I made a list of tiskets and taskets and actually checked them all off. I say “for once” because of late, I’ve not been able to do a 10/10. Sure, an 8/10 but rarely the perfect score.

So anyway, I am into cleaning with a bit of a vengeance now. Also “nikalo-ing” things. There are days I lay awake worrying what I’ll do with all the accumulated stuff. Yeah, I’ve ranted about this before and the time has come to take action.

I no longer collect dry garbage. I simply dispose on a daily basis now. No more keep cute boxes to reuse. So irritating to store them and dust them and never get around to using them you know.

Sometimes I freak out when I realize that the days are turning into weeks turning into months..and so on. And I feel as though time is running out.

What was I saying? So yeah – polishing my trumpet – I sweep mop dust regularly. And I am happy to report that besides being the cheapest workout ever, it is a total win win as usual. Also with the weather being so disgustingly hot and humid, it feels good to play in the water. As you might have guessed, hand washing clothes also don’t pile up.

By the way, we can’t step into the balcony barefoot you know? Unless there’s water puddling around when we wash it. The soles of our feet become toast! When we pour a few mugs of water and spread it before mopping it, it dries so quickly it is like magic, Mi!

While sweeping, I moved the beach umbrella in its packing and fondly remembered fondly those days when we put it up in the balcony for Vidur to play. Of course, we also had bed sheets on the clothesline shielding him from the heat.

I still enjoy walking among the clothes after I hang them out to dry. The sun shining down on them, the fragrance of washing soap, all create a lovely ambiance you know! Especially the sheets probably because of the area they cover, bringing coolness with them! And how wonderful when we bring them in and change the bed sheets! Nothing like freshly laundered sheets!

So that’s how it is. I am finding myself being forced to take days off work when there are other things to attend to. March and April are always busy like that. But better busy than not, right? What if I was the type of person who thought my life purpose was cooking and then vegging in front of the tv watching mindless junk? We’ll never know, shall we? He he he.

Okay today’s the first of April. Your birthday month. Sigh.

Miss you. And miss your hug.

Departures

Departures

Even temporary goodbyes are weird, Mi. This time we were imagining all the things you might have done if you’d been around, each time Vidur visited. Of course we know the mid-sem break is super short. Technically a week that includes one arrival day and […]

Little Mundane Things

Little Mundane Things

I have a long list of tiny things to do, Mi. But they have to be done. Mundane stuff like calling the paperwala, change the sheets, scrub the bathrooms, clear out some clutter, take stock of groceries and refill, sweep, dust, mop, yada yada – […]

Wishlists

Wishlists

Having such a lovely time sorting through the toys, Mi. I know, I wish I could keep them forever, but what’s the point. Vidur asked a wonderfully valid question: better to give them to kids who’ll play with them than store them, right? Yes, of course.

So I am doing the wise thing by taking photos of all the stuff I am packing to give away. Can’t help keeping some of the stuff…also some things are not suitable to give away. I mean, how can I gift a 1500-piece jigsaw puzzle to a three-year-old? Also, I cried holding the box, feeling sad that you didn’t live to enjoy it.

I always thought you were super-cute in the things you liked to do. I loved how you would quickly finish cooking, wind up in the kitchen and rush to settle down to read that thriller. And you laughed when you knew I wouldn’t show you a book until I finished it – not at all hard to do since I was out for a good part of the day and the waiting hours were perfect to catch up on reading. I loved how you enjoyed trying your hand at just about everything. You always believed I could do anything I set my mind to do.

I am sorry I didn’t finish that series of miniature paintings. I still remember how shocked you were to see the first one—and the pride in your expression. I am also sorry I didn’t sing more for you—and I wish I had continued to practice. Silly how we squash our talents and fill our time with mundane stuff. What to do, though? That stuff has to be done too.

There are days when I follow the dust-if-I-must principle but that cannot become a habit. Sigh. Still, it is nice to think that I can play hooky and do my thang if I want. The only thing I feel gleeful with is reading. I do occasionally sketch but I am a bit lazy about being consistent about it. Also, I have a pile of DIY I’ve been wanting to do. Upcycling stuff basically. A denim bag. A caftan. A poncho. A bag with multiple pouches that I can hang up. Painting one of the walls. Putting up those cute decals I’ve got.

I really doubt if I will get all that done within the time frame I have in mind because summer has started with a vengeance and it is super warm. Even the fan is not enough as it just generates heat after a while. And we have no intention of getting an AC. He he.

I have such fond memories of those days when we would arrange the chairs in such a way under the fan that we could spread out a wet bed sheet across the tops and lay down under it to enjoy the cool breeze. It would be short lived though as the bed sheet would dry pretty quickly. Still, what fun. Then of course the constant wet towel we had around our neck.

I loved how you always wore jasmine in your hair so it would smell good, mingled with the shampoo. And I love how you always smelled of sandal soap. These days I just slink by the flower ladies because I just don’t feel like buying. Maybe I should.