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When Life Gives You Demons

​It is funny how, the things we turn up our noses at, turn right around and bite us in the rear.

Case in point: the other day I whined about mentioned coffee without sugar. And Pro suggested I add a pinch of cinnamon to it since cinnamon is known to help balance blood sugar. Remember I told you when Chetana talked about it years ago. Cinnamon? I thought. True, I enjoy chewing it occasionally, but somehow, it always makes me think of biryani masala. I scoffed at the idea. I laughed at it​ too.

So, yesterday, while waiting for the milk to heat, as my eye ran over the kitchen shelf, I noted, rather absentmindedly, how most of the containers were clear containers with a yellow lid. My eyes involuntarily filled up when I spotted the label Amchoor peeling off its container – I resist removing it because you wrote it. Then, I contemplated the cinnamon powder bottle. As I heard the rush of the milk rising, and automatically turned the stove off, I thought, why not just try a pinch in the coffee? And I did. It wasn’t so bad. No, I quite liked it.

Strange how we resist by default without considering certain things before we can open our minds, only to realize that we were judgmental even before giving it a chance. Nobody is immune to this. It is as if the barriers are up before fully hearing the details and minds made up before realizing the idea actually has merit. Quite like those days, when I wanted permission to go out, the answer would be “no” even before I explained where or why. You were the only one who listened and cared to be fair. Then of course, there was Kittu mama who happily allowed everything and said yes when he ought to have said no. But he was totally biased about me and believed I could do no wrong. I can’t help smiling as I think of him.

By the way, yesterday when I was returning home by bus, I found myself standing near the seats that face each other – the first ones. There were three women – in their 40’s or 50’s – who resembled each other. I noticed they had luggage with them, so probably had boarded the bus at Yeshwantpur station, having arrived from out of town. Oh, what fun it was to eavesdrop – obviously they shared good rapport and kept on teasing each other. One of them apparently hogs the one mobile phone they share and she coolly tucked it into her blouse and sat tight while they bullied her, good-naturedly.

Something they said made me laugh and they looked at me, eyes twinkling and asked if I understood Tamil. I said yes. Just then, the seat next to one of the ladies became vacant and I sat down. So naturally we started chatting – she asked where I was from and was thrilled to know. I told her that watching the three of them reminded me of my Mom and her siblings and what a riot they were. She asked me how I knew they were sisters – I said it was the resemblance. Perhaps they weren’t, who knew?

She asked where my Mom and her sisters lived. At that moment, I embarrassed myself by letting my tears flow – she was shocked. I told her none of them are around now. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it and consoled me. I saw my stop coming up and, thanking them – I am not sure for what – I got off the bus, tears still flowing.

Crazy how the smallest things trigger big tears. The thought that none of you are around hit me like a blow. It happens all the time, at the most unexpected moment. I have learned to simply allow my tears to flow. Why should I hold back?

So ironic that you always thought I was incapable of tears, Mi, because I am level-headed, balanced and all that blah. You should see me now. Oh wait, you are, right?

Off to have a coffee….without the cinnamon!


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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.

9 thoughts on “When Life Gives You Demons

  1. This is so beautiful, Vidya. I am deeply touched by the way it flows straight from the heart, especially the second part of the post about the bus ride and the tears. It is personal and yet something about the way you speak of that experience transcends the personal and the particular. Loved reading it.

  2. Coffee with cinnamon is a regular thing here – except with filter coffee. Wondering how that tastes…
    I could imagine those ladies you saw – you described them so well. Have you noticed that the older we get, the more easily the tears flow? Hugs…

  3. I know what you mean. When I woke up this morning I realized that 10 years ago today my dad died. It just hit me. ♥ Cinnamon makes everything taste a bit better I think.

  4. Dear Vidya,

    Yet the smallest things can be the biggest things in our hearts. I respect one who is willing to show their emotions. Bless you for that..

    I’d better not drink any more coffee. My eyebrows are struck to the top of my forehead 🙂

  5. Great to know we strongly disagree on something harmless like cinnamon powder added to coffee without sugar!

    I’ve also happened to overhear people speaking in public places in a language they think others don’t understand, but my experiences have been rather unpleasant. The kind of stuff some people speak (when they think nobody around knows the language) is scary!

    1. Pro – we don’t disagree! 😀 I am enjoying the coffee with cinnamon, occasionally!

      Oh yes. Lots of people just assume they speak a foreign language nobody knows!:) Scary yes. Mostly amusing though!

  6. Awww…hugs Vidya!! This was so lovely… you write so effortlessly, with so much warmth and take us along with you! N I quite like my cappuccino with cinnamon! 🙂

  7. That was a wonderful conversation you had with Mi, Vidya 🙂 I imagined the whole scene in the bus, and I could literally see you cry, because of the way you described it so beautifully. Eyes are the natual leaking points for a woman, right ?
    And filter coffee with cinnamon, haven’t tried it yet. Must do ! 🙂

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