Every once in a while, I want to do the “green” stuff, Mi. Not that I don’t live green to some extent–considering all the green chutneys and salads and fresh fruit–but you know what I mean! All the media, I suppose. So anyway, much against […]
Memories from another day . . .
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.
I was walking back from the lab yesterday and took the route via 6th main. When I turned the corner, I was hit by a solid wave of nostalgia, Mi. Of course that happens with almost every place, thanks to the wonderful walks we enjoyed together. Did I ever tell you that the corner house where we plucked hibiscus for the herbal oil was completely demolished and rebuilt? That road looks very different now with many old buildings gone and new ones in their place. In fact Vidya Mandir has another branch near Amrapali’s house. I wonder where she is now? Remember how we used to visit them and Vidur would look small standing next to her? He would call her Amruthali and it used to be so funny to watch them play together, but not with each other.
That house next to Lovett we admired so much? It is a nice cozy place with lots of trees around it. The lane leading to Oxfam is no longer a lane. That building has also been razed to the ground and a new red brick structure is emerging. Wonder whether it is residential or commercial. Oh, Lovett closed long ago. It became a dance studio on and off and now, I think it is just a residence. It seemed freshly painted. The veg vendor is still there in the corner. And oh, I saw that old veg vendor you and Vidur used to regularly buy veggies from. I laughed to think of that time when, one day, after playschool, you and he bought veggies and forgot to bring the snakegourd. When you asked him next day, he put it around Vidur’s neck and Vidur proudly carried it home that way. Can you believe that veg vendor looks almost the same, save for some salt and pepper hair? As sprightly as ever.
That aerobics studio as we approach Vidya Mandir? That building has gone, too, and a new high rise is coming up in its place. The corner plot from across it which was a wild garden with a tiny shed in the corner is now a beautiful residential building. You would have loved to see it and I can imagine us fantasizing about living there!
As I reminisced, talked to you in my head, and turned the corner into 11th, I smiled at the vegetable cart people near the turning into 7th. I bought some beans, carrots and of course, white pumpkin and headed home. Ultimately, they are the freshest and cheapest. I waved to Mahadevamma who was sitting at her usual spot, garlanding the jasmine.
By the way, 7th main road has once again been refreshed, and as I entered our building, I thought of the innumerable times we discussed taking a walk there. In the entrance to our building a new hand rest has been installed for the elderly to hold as they climb the few steps.
Our house is like a dust pan, what with the upstairs people literally rebuilding their house. All their sawdust and tile cutting dust directly seems to descend into our house via the windows. I tried keeping the windows closed but that’s not nice. Sigh!
Ironically, I am awaiting repairs in the house directly above ours.
And life goes on, Mi. Things change. People change.
And memories are all that are left.