Memories from another day . . .

Trying to keep calm and carry on

Trying to keep calm and carry on

By the way, remember those days when you would say you felt “fumes” Mi? I feel like that now sometimes. A weird smell stuck to my nose. Triggers with certain things. Unrelated things like (gasp!) coffee–which should actually be holding me in its trance with […]

The Bird still sings

The Bird still sings

You know, I always mean to tell you this, Mi! Remember that mynah we’d hear the moment we woke up? Those days when we had our bedrooms in the adjacent rooms? It continues to sing! It is like a precious connection–as in, one of the […]

Inspired but Unimpressed

Inspired but Unimpressed

You know, Mi, I have that sense of déjà vu with so many things these days. It is weird. Nothing freaks me out really, except maybe the sight of a child crying or a hungry child or a child or elder being ill-treated. Maybe I am actually growing wiser with age, eh? Or has my tolerance level increased exponentially? Or maybe it is the world around me that nudges me to hang on to the simpler days when life was far easier?

Whatever. I know I am far more zen-ish that I was before. And you already called me a cool cucumber and marveled at how nothing got me worked up. But that was basically because I was always geared to go after the solution and not fret over the problem–not longer than necessary anyway.

By the way, I dazzled Vidur last week by changing the health faucet. I guess he was impressed at the speed and style I put on for the show. Practice, I told him. Trial and error, I emphasized. And of course an encouraging shopkeeper who assured me there was a plumber available shoudl things go wrong. Things didn’t. Just goes to show how much we let fear of the unknown hold us back from doing things. I am glad you always nudged me forward, encouraging me to attempt, no matter what. No wonder I think everything is possible.

The past three days I’ve been using my disenchantment with the online world to purge paper clutter. I’ve been tearing, tearing, tearing because this load can’t just be offloaded to the kabadiwala. Actually, the real inspiration came from the kabadiwala. The newspaper shelf is full, so I thought why not collect the other plastic and random paper for recycling, so that led to the inspiration to purge and you know what a bigass job that is. I am ploughing through patiently, rewarding myself with breaks when I catch up with my reading. And when I grab a book you know what happens.

I was musing this morning…will I enthusiastically pick up where I left off with the paper-purge or will I simply pick up my book and bookathon it? My musing was cut short by the consciousness that my Wednesday Wisdom post is not yet up even though I’ve had it ready for two days now. Weird ennui eh? Ah well. Perks of freelancing. Enjoying the flexibility of life.

Let me make coffee and get some work done now.

If onlys

If onlys

So the cold that knocked on the fortress door–fortress being me–decided to stay. The usual nonsense followed: rapidly worsening throat, cold, blocked nose, runny nose, constant headache, restlessness. You of all people know me when I am sick, Mi. I know what a pain I […]

Signs

Signs

Happenings. Sounds a lot like extra-terrestrial sightings, right? Well, almost. Let me begin with the pleasanter things that I am now taking for granted. That heart when I pour water on the coffee powder in the filter. The moment I think of you, there it […]

Resetting

Resetting

Trying to be super-efficient is sometimes a pain. Literally, Mi.
These days I sleep late even though I intend to knock off to bed early. What early. By the time I lay my head on my pillow it is almost 1 am. And I have only myself to blame!
Determined to turn over a new leaf…gosh I have those leaves piling up like crazy…I jumped out of bed with a spring in my step. Yeah…finally I found that little spring that fell out of the ballpoint pen when I broke it, yikes! I turned on the radio to get the bhoole bisre geet going and picking up the song in my head and humming it under my breath, I brushed my teeth and off I went to get the coffee going.
That bhindi I was cutting–gosh! A fourth of it was fit to use as weapons. The rest, I split in a 60-40 ration, cooking the 60 as usual into a dry fry for Sury’s lunch box and saving the 40 to cut into strips, marinate and fry into a crisp for Vidur–he so loves kurkuri bhindi.
So dubbas packed–I thought–since the garbage bag is practically empty, why not peel the pomegranates. I picked two and was giggling to myself as I put the pinkish pearls into the container. I mean–I often end up doing this only when the pomegranate skin begins to lose its firmness and seems to look at me reproachfully–as if to say, hey Vidya, peel me already. Today, the pomes were super-fresh!
Then I decided to skin the beetroot, thinking I’ll make halwa since both Sury and Vidur love it. Couldn’t find the usual knife like peeler so I used the other one. Didn’t realize I nicked my finger and palm. When it oozed gently, I assumed it was the beetroot–same color no? Later while washing, realized it was indeed blood. Ewwwh.
After all this, it was time for breakfast and I made upma. I love to mould it into cups and instead of the usual one cup I ended up eating two, which made me drowsy. So much for the efficiency eh. I piled up the cushions on the sofa which I positioned right under the fan–and told Vidur I’d close my eyes for only ten minutes. Of course this became an hour and ten minutes. I woke up guiltily, still feeling a bit groggy and made some coffee. Opened my laptop and found myself rather disenchanted with the world. I suppose two days of being offline almost all day, spending time in the kitchen, and with other housework can do that…to me, at least.
Hmm. It is almost 1 now and I’ll be off to get the kurkuri bhindi and beetroot halwa started.
I’ll be back to tell you some rather cute happenings.
Yeah, to be continued.