Did I tell you that Malleswaram station has an ice-cream parlor Mi? Yes, innumerable kulfis enjoyed so far in the best company, viz Vidur. As we stood there enjoying our lollies, I recalled how much fun the two of you used to have, visiting the […]
Memories from another 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.
So I ended up buying mammoth bundles of kothamalini (coriander), methi, curry leaves and spring onions and sprouts. Here’s the part you’ll be proud of. Once I got home, after I caught up with the routine stuff, I cleaned the greens. Only when I opened […]
I settled down to work after lunch but felt so drowsy it was crazy. So my mind wandered to the kitchen sink and I instantly followed it, thinking, why not shake up the energy molecules and decimate the washing up. Win-win, no? Then of course, I decided to make tea. I made masala chai with predominant shades of star anise. So yum. By the time I finished making the tea, it was 4 ish and I though why not supplement it with some chivda, since I felt snackish.
As I settled down once again to work, my mind went for a stroll down nostalgia lane. It loves to do that, as you know.
I sipped my tea half way through and then started relishing the chivda, thinking of those times when we loved that potato flake mixture. So yum. I had stopped eating it. The chivda I have now is something I bought when Vidur was home and every day, we made it a ritual to enjoy it together.
I know I shouldn’t be loving it so much. Sigh. I promised myself–only until this pack lasts, which will be another day or two.
Did I tell you that I went to the doc last week to show my lab reports? This time I wasn’t so worried since I was late for my appointment only by a month.
Gosh, I remembered how I delayed my routine tests like crazy last year. Although, calling it routine is weird since I delayed it by months with all kinds of excuses. I was overdue by…. eh, never mind how long I was overdue by! In fact, I finally moved a** and went on Feb 28–I have the date etched on my mind probably because of all the teasing at home about the leap year special.
So anyway, I went, I did the deed and returned home. A few hours later, the lab kindly texted me to alert me that the results were online. And they weren’t good. The results, not the lab, which by the way, is a swanky place now in 15th cross at the junction where we turn to go to Hymamshu.
Guiltily, I headed to the doc on Feb 29. (Note my leap year special.) She chided me suitably. And upped my medication dosage, which upset me somewhat, but then.. what could I do? She also assured me that I cannot play with genetics – no matter how careful I am about my diet and habits, genetics will er… you-know-what with me.
So much for all the research about reversing type 2 diabetes and all that %#$@. Well, a wee bit dejected, I stepped out of her clinic to head back home. I thought I’d stop at Reliance on the way, only to discover it no longer existed. But I found the outlet of a popular brand nearby, and curious, went in. Ended up buying some stuff. Good ol’ retail therapy. They have nice products, all natural, or so they claim. So far so good. The funny thing is, the cocoa butter intense moisturizer smells of chocolate and I find that very amusing. Makes me laugh. So I guess in some sense, mission accomplished!
Armed with my little bag of stuff, and a membership card–I’ve lost count of the number of these that sit in my bag–I took the happy walk home via 13th cross, where I saw our “naati” veggie guys. Had to stop no? Bought fresh veg and headed home.
Funny how random memories run through the mind.
Ah well. My little break is over. I am back to work.