Memories from another day . . .

Your Song

Your Song

This song has been playing over and over in my head, partly thanks to Sury singing it whenever it plays on the radio. I love the bond we share, united in remembering you and your very essence when we listen to this song. It played […]

They are back

They are back

Yes, they are, Mi! The sparrows. Each morning, as I sit on my porcelain throne, I can hear the musical cheep cheep cheep of this sparrow, which am sure, is very close – probably right there in our balcony. I spend a little longer doing […]

Beliefs

Beliefs

I was idly looking at the calendar, Mi. You know how amusing it is sometimes to read all the info, most of which doesn’t make much sense to me, or to most people for that matter.

Apparently Surya grahanam (Solar Eclipse) is on Sept 13. It reminded me of that particular eclipse way back in 2009. You were on intense medication and fasting until the evening was not a choice. You were so afraid to break the rules and eat anything until the eclipse had passed. I managed to convince you that exceptions were allowed and you finally agreed to eat, embarrassed that you were hungry. You’re the only person I know who felt that way.So finally that day, we did have avial and potato curry and rasam and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. You kept waiting to see what would happen because we had flouted the rules and we laughed so much over that.

Remember how we got that house when we had to shift from that place three months after we arrived in this city? Everyone tried to deter us from moving during that inauspicious month, but we really couldn’t afford that luxury. We went ahead and moved. Naturally we were a bit nervous but then, we were also brave. Funny how the beliefs we grow up never quite go away even though life experiences teach us better. Even though we have proof of the contrary. Interestingly enough, moving to that place at the “wrong” time brought all good things to our life. I got a better job and we subsequently moved back to the city we love.

T and I were talking the other day and reminiscing about “those” days and laughing our heads off over how we would annoy you by doing the opposite of what you wanted us to do. Sometimes I wonder how you tolerated our nonsense. As she remarked, we have a limitless treasury of shared memories.

This week one of my must-do items on my to-do list is to print that photo album for her Mom and send it to her.

And thus begins another week, Mi. Where did the weekend go? It has certainly left me weakened.

Teachers Day

Teachers Day

“Even without a room full of students, you still have a lot of class!” You are my first Teacher, my mentor, Mi. I have fond memories of you getting worked up over what to wear for Teacher’s Day in your school. Your colleagues and you […]

Smiles all the way

Smiles all the way

The Prayers in the Pantry worked! All it needed was an intention eh?

Yes, I actually did it. Cleaned out the prayer room. I can now walk in. Stand close to the altar and not reach across a million interesting things piled up on the floor in  my short path. I can see the groceries I have – yes, I put them in see-through containers. They are actually smiling at me and I am smirking back at them!

Okay so there’s still a corner that needs work. But I think I’ve done enough for this session to get started on that. Also, so many  power cuts, Mi. And so  much rain. Makes one kind of lethargic after a rather busy few hours. Then, I have to handle the other longish to-do lists that seem to have made it their life’s mission to keep on growing.

By the way, I sent Vidur a parcel last week. From the post office. They’re so organized you know. The 8th cross PO is quite swanky with a separate section for parceling – the man there does a great job packing stuff. The first time I went they couldn’t send the parcel as they were all on election duty and asked me to come back on Monday and so I did.

When I returned I found a line as long as my…er..to-do list! One lady brought a suitcase of stuff. Puliogare powder, masalas, pickles, muffin molds, sets of clothes and lots of other everyday things. I guess she wanted to send it abroad and I felt sorry for her when the Post Office guy just discarded all the perishables. He only kept the branded sealed packages and then set about packing it all quite professionally. They had boxes of all sizes and our neighbor told me that next time I wanted to send something I should just take it as it is and have them pack it and even shrink wrap it!

Hmm. I had no idea so I spent the better part of a couple of hours packing it securely. You would have approved the fact that I packed it all in a pillowcase and then a thick plastic bag that I folded over and taped. It looked like a mini-pillow. I was wondering if the post office guys would object but luckily they didn’t. All they asked was whether it was securely packed. I pictured Kittu Mama’s face at that moment! Whenever I mended something for him he’d say that the garment would fall apart but my stitches? Never.

They were so efficient! I could even track the parcel online and it reached him in four days. It is so inexpensive and reliable compared to couriers – gosh, some of the couriers don’t even have service there! Finally I got an sms to let me know it was delivered. India Post rocks! Talk about delivering smiles!

I truly deserve coffee now.