Milestone Musings

So Vidur’s birthday is coming up. I find it hard to believe he is going to be sixteen. Although, why should I? Time is rather impartial and does not differentiate. I love how he asks me what I want on his birthday. Remember how he would flaunt his tiny savings as if his wallet is an akshayapatram that keeps on growing cash? Sigh.

Talking of akshayapatram wallets, even yesterday I went through your recipe book – and found a tenner.

I want to paint that Ganesha wall in the living room a nice pleasing red.

What fun we had painting the house, all those years ago.  Vidur was what – Six-ish? I remember how we got into a dilemma when we got the phone call about Venkittu mama’s death. There I was, perched on the tall stool tackling the top half of the walls in the living room, when you received the phone call. Vidur was busy sitting at the dining table in the middle of the room and drawing in a book. The house could do with a coat of fresh paint. But first I must get rid of the extras.

We put things in the garage, but now I am wondering what we’re going to do with that. Incidentally, finally Vidur took a large thermocol board from the garage for a school project. Bah! the phrase school project freaks me out. All the stuff we store in the name of school projects! Funny thing is, Vidur manages very well on his own. You know what a planner he is.

Incidentally, I came across his illustrated step by step chocolate pizza recipe in one of the folders in the cream cupboard and laughed my head off. It was the time you and he were reading about the Goose that laid golden eggs. And that big book of stories with recipes interspersed throughout the book! I loved how you would both carefully close the book with a book mark to keep your place, and holding hands, walk off to the kitchen to try out some “exotic” recipe. And that’s how the chocolate pizza came about.

On another note, the number of plastic containers that accumulate these days is not funny! I don’t know why product manufacturers keep giving dumbass freebies with the products. Why not a little extra of the product itself? So annoying. I’ve tried to give away as many things as possible. But even that has a limit. The nice containers we once treasured are so very common now. Why, that muesli jar – so nice. So many though. I’ve given away sets of 6 of those to lots of our friends and friends of friends, who are quite thrilled with them. Ah, the good work shall continue. Vigorously.

I am also trying to gift away the new stuff. By the way, I have to check the trunks in the machu pichu in the kitchen. And that will start a stream of machu-checking just to take stock. Tiring to think, Mi.

I read a scary post yesterday titled “Why am I decluttering” that jolted me into faster action.  I realized I cannot afford to be laid back about this. Gosh, I don’t want to be anywhere close to Mrs.Havisham. I am thinking of our own Mrs.Havisham. I wonder how they tackled her stuff? Two guesses – either they swept it all out or just let it be.

Sometimes we just want to deliver a swift kick in the butt to some people and move on, no? Yes, I am thinking of the black sari.

Sigh

Oh, I invited Manju from Swami Vivekananda Orphanage Education Society to drop by tomorrow. Want to gift her some clothes. I gave her that silk cream color printed kurta set and she was totally thrilled. So I requested her to receive some more along with a contribution to celebrate Vidur’s birthday.

Remember this? Eight years ago. What a little writer he was! Still is. Can churn out poetry in Hindi or English instantly.

And here’s another children’s day treasure. Vidur at 6. I love how his teacher is looking at him, so lovingly. She couldn’t stop cuddling him! Sorry for the bad scan!

It is so endearing to see all these kids all grown up now.  How the time flies.

Sharing is caring!