Some day.
Yeah yeah yeah. I know that’s not a day of the week, Mi, but nevertheless it feels good to fantasize about the things I’d love to do, some day.
Now you might raise an eyebrow and ask what or who is stopping me from converting fantasy to reality. Easy enough no? Except…sigh…I am my own worst enemy when it comes to so many things. Even though I sincerely believe that true happiness lies in the little things, the truth is…it actually lies. I often end up following the two-minute principle. Thinking of P here. Remember how she’d say two-minutes and one time, that turned out to be several hours? Funny how we put up with just about anything with someone we love and laugh it off. The same thing from anyone else would grate on our nerves.
So wait, where was I? Oh yeah–some day.
There are days when, just as I go to bed and let my mind wander after mulling over the good points in the day, I wish I could just wake up in the morning, finish the kitchen stuff and settle down with a book until lunch time, then continue reading, with breaks for tea-coffee-food.
Or maybe, after the kitchen stuff, because food is important, eh, make a list of all the places I want to visit in our area and set off. That wish list of want-to-visit is growing and growing. I want to go roam 8th cross to find a nice big tote bag because that lovely faux leather handbag has begun to peel. And of course, I helped it a bit during a long bus journey by peeling off more than I meant to. Don’t laugh! I know you are thinking of those days when I’d save cute labels and stickers–aided and abetted by the infant in our house who seemed adept at peeling off stickers from his diaper, and his diaper–especially when it was full.
Or visit Kiran stores. They have four floors now with just about anything a household might want.
Or walk down to the bazaar to browse stuff. Yep, window-shopping is therapeutic.
Oh by the way, Nilgiris has totally revamped itself, after making the residents in our area wonder whether they are shutting down. Each time we went there, one aisle went missing. And then one day, voila! Brand new store. Very nice indeed. Which reminds me, I want to go to heritage fresh to check what’s there. I guess no matter what, I’ll never get over finding the best price. And why not, I say!
Weirdly, though, online shopping has spoiled us for actually getting out. Thing is, pricing is also far better. For example, yesterday I went to the local veg shop and found that veg prices were twice that on our usual online grocery store. Kundru was rs.80 a kilo while in the online store, it was rs.38. how can there be such a disparity? So I got back with just 2-3 things and decided to manage.
Oh, remember that hopcoms in 15th, Mi? It is glorious. The cauliflower there is so-o-o-o-o huge. A bit pricier but the produce is great. You know, I am just stunned that without rs.500 it is difficult to buy enough veg and fruit. I recall those days when our joint monthly income of rs.1500 ran out during the last ten days of the month and we’d somehow manage until it was pehli taareek. You would buy rs.1 or 2 worth of veggies from the cart guy who worked our area. One onion, one tomato, a handful of beans, one potato and 50 paise worth of greens. We’d manage to make a delicious subzi with that and also have neighbors over to eat.
You know, I am glad I had the privilege of that experience. Humans are so clever at survival. Did I tell you I still have the “oxygen” purse where you used to stash rs.1000 for emergencies? Gosh, that also reminded me of that time when one of our visitors stole it from our drawer. Brrr!
Some days, I tell you!
And yes, still going to actually implement what you kept urging me to do–just do it. Life is too short.
Okay I have a load to do. Famous last words.
