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The Moments that count

moments that count

So another year bites the dust, Mi. I am tickled pink to think that when you were this age, I was already 35. Crazy no? It is, considering that you are no longer around. And that pisses me off big time more often than ever, these days. But first, I want to...

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Just for today

I was listening to One Sweet Day by Boyz II Men and Mariah Carey. Oh yes, full volume, because it is such a beautifully recorded song. Half way through the song, of course, I found myself sobbing. Could be because it is the 8th, could be because of extreme nostalgia....

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So long, Farewell

vidya sury bouquet

Not sure if I told you, Mi, although I’ve been talking nonstop to you in my head, we bid our beloved futon farewell. Yep, in line with my urge to purge, I made a list with Vidur’s help and consent. In the list were the futon, full of memories, the...

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Roasting, Grinding, Rejoicing

On Friday, after I got back from the gym, I felt restless, Mi. So I did what I do best. I got busy in the kitchen, because ya know, there’s always a long list of must-do’s at the top of the to-do’s. Oy, which reminds me, the amla is patiently...

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Miles to go before I sleep

Promises to keep Vidya Sury

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. How amused you were when I would pinch my throat and say “mother promise” when you wanted my confirmation that I would really...

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Of Wishful Thinking

Wishful thinking Vidya Sury

I remember how, when I was five-ish, and spent the afternoons filling Paati’s ears with my stories, she would say, “Think good thoughts, for yourself and others. Go ahead and wish for what you want. There’s a guardian angel sitting on your right shoulder, listening, waiting to make all your...

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Life is short. Enjoy the coffee!

Life is short. Enjoy the coffee Vidya Sury

Five deaths in the family in the first half of 2016, Mi.  If that’s not an indication of how temporary our existence really is, I don’t know what is. It is surreal to receive news of a death.  Talk about fragile lives! Do you remember that early morning in July,...

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