Coffee With Mi

Mi, I toast you with a tumbler of freshly brewed kaapi!

Fifty fifty

5..4..3..2..1..!

And….

I turned 50!

Now how many people can make that claim, Mi?

Actually when I saw the prompt yesterday, I thought, ha! I’ll skip it this week. Then this morning, as I savored my second coffee, I thought, omigosh, I have the perfect thing to say! And what a momentous occasion!

50 is such a big number. Okay, so maybe I don’t act a day over 24 (I didn’t say itΒ  – everyone does!) but who can escape the chronological fact. I am laughing my head off at all the junk I spew – age ain’t nothing but a number after all. Ask Aaliyah

Mi, remember when you turned 50? YOU didn’t look a day over 35. Gorgeous thick black hair, svelte, beautifully dressed and a billion dollar smile. I fondly recall how T and I stressed and stressed over that diamond nose stud and ring we got you. We were so scared you would blink and miss the stone. That’s all I could afford, but I wanted to make sure I got you something valuable. To you, though, my hug meant more than anything else.Β  What is funny is you hardly ever wore those things.

Your birthday was always exciting as it came so close to the Tamil New Year, usually the day after and it would seem like a continuous celebration. You aged so gracefully, if one could consider that you aged. Same sense of humor. Ready laughter. I feel so good to think of your uninhibited laughter.

Incidentally, this year’s English calendar date coincided with the Tamil calendar date – it was Purattasi 11 on September 27, same as it was the year I was born. Nice no? I was thinking, as I looked at our tear off date calendar, how excited you would have been and made such a big deal out of it.Β  And I couldn’t help feeling sad to think that you would have only been 68. So unfair that you should have gone so soon when others, who have taken a lifelong oath to be really mean, should carry on past 80 years. Oh well. It must be true what they say about God wanting the good people back too soon. Which makes me…what? Never mind.

I had a lovely day. In between constant phone calls, I managed to get lunch done. Tinda and onion curry, sliced brinjal fry, phulka rotis, curd and ahem! chocolate cake. All my friends, the people closest to my heart called. Some unexpected but delightful. It was so lovely. Later in the afternoon we took a walk to the Mall to check out laptops. We returned home with a bean chair. Silly me. I had a sudden hankering for one and was readily obliged. I have to clear up a space to accommodate it now.

Had plans of some clearing up today, but life interrupted. Plumbing problems. Flush tank handle broke. So became emergency. The overflow made the wall behind it damp and this seeped through – and we can see it from the other side. While this will be fixed, the pee-gens are camping there, scraping the heck out of the wall, while I am resigning myself to scraping their shit. Our neighbor fixed a net around their verandah and I was admiring it. Then yesterday, while hanging out clothes to dry, I noticed one stupid pee-gen had managed to get in and was flapping around. Ayyo, I thought. These birds are such idiots. And one, happily parked itself on the sill and refused to respond to my shoo-shoo. Coolly looked at me as though it couldn’t care less. It probably didn’t.

Incidentally, please note that family did not bother. Nobody called. Surprised? Not really, right?

And life will go on, rather pleasantly most of the time, nevertheless, right? Yup!

 

 

 

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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

16 thoughts on “Fifty fifty

  1. your posts are always so sensitive, sensible and leaves us thoughtful…this one is simply beautiful πŸ™‚

  2. How nice of you to have given us a roundup of the day you spent on your birthday! You are a special being Vidya, you can turn everything into a beautiful story. This ain’t different πŸ™‚

    Like Like! Enjoy your days post 50!Congratulations

  3. Fifty! I remember, when we were younger, okay, much younger…fifty seemed really old! Now it seems terribly young. Your Mum would be so proud of all you’ve achieved in these years – but even more of all you ARE.
    Here’s to at least 50 good years more!

    1. Why fifty, Corinne, when we were (much) younger, even the late twenties seemed like “old”. πŸ™‚ Thank you so much for your lovely wishes – and for calling me! I am taking the 50 more on one caveat – I must also be blessed with independence. πŸ™‚

  4. Happy 50th birthday…My Amma also turned 50 two years back and she was like…”Fifty is not so old after all”…I think as we grow older we find the so called old age getting extended a few years further….like a mirage… πŸ™‚

    1. You are right! πŸ˜€ I am quite surprised to find myself at the 50 milestone. Doesn’t feel like it πŸ˜€ Which means good! Thank you!

  5. congrats on scoring the half century.

    Pigeons sneak in my house and cannot find their way back. they keep flapping their wings and its very frustrating.

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