Coffee With Mi

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

Nostalgia on demand

Does that even make sense? Yes, it does, Mi, because that’s exactly what we tried to do. And succeeded. But let me begin from the beginning.

So as usual, U and I, during one of our marathon phone calls laughed our heads off over how often we make plans but don’t always follow through. Sure we meet, but rushing around with not enough time is always the norm. This time we promised ourselves that we will meet and do a leisure time pass around our area. However, we being we, we did make a list because you know how there are always chores to do.

Predictably, we had to reschedule as I had to hang around at home to receive an important speed post. But no sooner than it arrived, we took off. As we tackled our stuff, we caught up on our stories. While we do that on the phone, it really makes such a difference to meet up and laugh together, no? We had intended to go to the mall but decided to postpone that for the following day and instead, spent time at the market indulging in window shopping.

We bought jamuns, by the way, from a really nice lady near Food Camp. What joy when the vendor is kind and allows us to pick. Total deal breaker.

We had a most enjoyable time. Around 5, it looked like it might rain and at the first drizzle, we jumped into an auto and headed home, only to find that it was a weather tease. Promising to meet again the next day, U left.

And guess what? This is the punchline = we met the next day after an early lunch. What peace we have when we’ve completed morning household stuff! I made bhindi ka saalan and paratha. Must make mirch and arbi ka saalan one of these days.

We had a pleasant time at the mall—replete with family gossip and all. At one point, when we were talking about you, we stopped in our tracks and cried! Can you imagine? It all started with me telling U how fond you were of her and how you would have appreciated her planning today. Then we talked about her mom and the crying continued for a while. We decided we must come back again here soon and exited, to go have a snack before we returned home.

We scolded each other for not doing this often when we very well could. But life always gets in the way, right? By the way, P is graduating next month and of course, U will be going. Can you imagine her married? So cute. M will also graduate in Aug but the date isn’t fixed yet. It’s amazing to see these kids all grown up and managing their lives. Sigh.

Soon Vidur will finish his course–he has one more year to go. How quickly the four years seem to have gone. We hang on to the moments when he’s home. Letting go sucks, Mi. Really it does. I remember those days when you’d say you missed Vidur when school reopened after the summer vacation. I’d tease you saying he’ll be back home before you know it. At 2.45 you’d pace the corridor waiting to hug him with the front door open. I know how you felt. And I imagine how it would have been if you’d been home now–when he’s studying on campus in a different city. You’d probably monopolize the phone calls. ♥

We fantasize about these what ifs, you know? Sometimes I think it is so unfair. When I think that we can only be sure of our kids being home until the 12th grade, it is scary. When Vidur joined the five-year course, it was heart-breaking to come back home after his admission and see all his stuff all over the place, without his presence. Yet life goes on, does it not? All said and done, we want him to get a good education and do well in life.

Sigh. Coffee, please.

The photo above is from a trip to the zoo–it was mesmerizing and very soothing to see the tortoises absolutely still on the log. As if time stood still and waited.

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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.

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