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THE ADOPTED CHILD.

I sat alone in my new room. I’d tried calling up my parents but they were unreachable. Keeping the phone aside, I lay my head on the wall backing the bed. Outside in the living room, I could hear the other girls, both my age, my new flatmates, talking and laughing. I wanted to go out too, but I didn’t know them. In fact, I didn’t know anyone in the office, or in the city. I had only one friend in the crowd of tens of thousands of people camping their lives in the city. The friend lived with her newly wedded husband and I couldn’t even think of intruding into their space at this point in time.

Someone knocked on the door. I hurried to get up and open the unlocked door. The girl at the door, Maera she was called, stood there with a smile. “Come for dinner,” Maera said. “You guys carry on,” I replied, my stomach rumbling with hunger but hesitation creeping up and taking over. I had lived in a joint family and barely ever ate alone. But I didn’t know them either. Wouldn’t it be as good as eating alone? But Maera still stood there, arms crossed, and declared, “You must be hungry with all the shifting today. Come on. I’m not letting you eat alone.”

I smiled a small smile, thanking her in my thoughts for forcing me to eat. I needed energy to carry on without my family here. That night I slept soundly on the sofa while talking to my parents, until Maera came along in the middle of the night, tip toeing so as to not wake me up and then woke me up. “Come we’ll take you to your room,” she said softly, pulling me up. On my bed, I slept better.

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A few months had passed. I still spoke to my parents’ everyday. And I still passed out on the sofa at nights. But now Maera and I fought to sleep on the sofa! I cuddled up in her lap as Maera sat and read a book. I was busy on my phone while she ran her fingers through my hair every now and then. “You know you should adopt me,” I said. “What?” she asked, stunned, keeping her book aside. “You should adopt me!” I repeated. “Why should I adopt you?” she asked, laughing and reading again, not even paying attention to me any longer!

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I was cranky and hungry. I had had a bad day at work. I fought with a friend. I was not even PMSing yet. Even my hormones couldn’t take the blame yet. Maera sat me down and asked me,”What happened?” “Nothing,” I replied, waiting for someone to stop me in my tirade of lashing out at the world! “Sit here,” Maera said, her face grave, sitting me down on the floor between her knees while she gave me a head massage.

Half an hour later, I had offloaded all my worldly troubles into her ears and she’d filled mine with what little of worldly trouble advice she  owned.

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I found in her a friend, a reminder of the love of my family, a corner to my worldly troubles, a shoulder to rest on, an adopted parent! Maera found in me an adopted child. Yes, she may not admit to it, but she did.

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Dedicating this to my (almost admitted, but not yet owned) adopted child! To hours of introspective discussions, shared love for music, long unwinding walks, cuddles and head massages, getaways at 2 am and gazing starry nights! Stay happy! ❤

Graciously Yours!

Burnt by Cold!

The outgoing winters always have a track record of leaving me fumbling with a runny nose or a sore throat. As expected, it happened this time around too. But what happened next was un-thought of earlier. In one of my impulsive phases, I shot a question at a few friends.

The answers left me speechless and also glad that for a change, I caught a cold which didn’t affect my brain. Or did it?

The question was : If I cut my nose, will it help me get rid of my cold?

Person 1 : “You surely won’t be able to breathe.”

  • That sounds like my answer – 90% of the time. But I was in the 10% bucket right now. So that’s not coming from me today, at least.

Person 2 : “I tried to Google it. But I couldn’t find anything concrete.”

This is my favorite answer! From my favorite person! And for you, all I’ll say today is :

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Person 3 : “No. Mad woman!”

  • Okay! I got you. Jeez. Relax. I am not really going to cut my nose off, irrespective of how much I’d like it to be sharper and longer. But, nope, not cutting it off!

Person 4 : “Drink some ginger juice. Steam some water. It’ll help get rid of the cold.”

  • Nah, this one ain’t a doctor. But this one worries about me, sometimes a little too much to get the humour in the question, probably! Just saying. 😉

Person 5 : “You could try it. If it works out, let me know as well. I’ll join the club.”

  • Someone help me out now! It’s important this one joins my club! She is after all, my sister! Yes, the craziness runs in the blood!

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Person 6 : “Definitely!”

  • Surprised, I asked the person another question. “What do I do with the blood?” Yes, there was a response. “Pass it off as pomegranate juice and give it to someone to drink!” Speechless!

What would you say to me? Go ahead, sharpen your wit, improve your humour and answer me.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : The cold’s gone now. The nose is still there. I wonder if Voldemort is jealous of me. 😛

11 outta 10!

Scene 1.

A mother-daughter duo peacefully watching a Tom Cruise film. He’s just started to run.

Mother gets a call. Daughter gets to hear only one side of the conversation.

Mother : Hello ji. Salutations!

Mother : All well, yes!

Mother : Oh! No, not really.

Mother’s tone is now changing. On the screen, Tom Cruise is running faster!

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Mother : Of course!

Mother gives daughter a look. Daughter knows this look. A storm is approaching.

Mother : It’s not a problem at all!

Mother : See you! Buh-bye!

Tom Cruise is still running. The man needs to learn when to stop! Mother pauses his film. Cruise is cruising in the air.

Scene 2.

Half an hour has passed. Mother is in the kitchen. Daughter is cleaning up the place. Guests are coming over for lunch, having self-invited themselves! Time to refurbish the house!

Daughter looks around the hall. Pleased with herself at having cleaned up early.

Daughter : Mom, it’s done! I’ve cleaned up the place.

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Mother (peeks out of the kitchen) : What’s done? Fluff those cushions. Put your shoes back in the rack. I still see things on the dining table! Why is your mobile on charge? And will you shut off the music! It’s getting on my nerves!

Flabbergasted Daughter : Umm, Mom? I’ll go out in an hour, remember. Why put the shoes back then? And the things on the dining table? They’re called cutlery. In which you’ll serve them food. But if you want, I can get banana leaves! And my mobile is on charge because it is very normal to charge mobiles! Like we stay here, remember? And Kishore Kumar is getting on your nerves?

Mother (barely audible over a running grinder) : You’re not going anywhere. Not when  I have guests over! And do what I ask you to do!

Daughter (sighing in exasperation) : Of course, I am not going anywhere now. Time to shut you down today, Cruise. Mom’s not going to be watching you save the world today. She’s too busy going bonkers.

Mother : Will you get me the vegetables from the refrigerator?

Daughter (laptop, speakers, mobile, chargers all under her arms) : Well, if you’d asked me to, then I would. But you never did.

Mother : Keep these devices away. And get me the vegetables now!

Daughter : Yes, Madam!

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Mother : And hurry up!

Scene 3.

The guests have arrived. Lunch has been had. Now is the wait. The wait for them to leave.

Guest 1 : The food was so good! How did you manage to make it so soon?

Mother : Oh nothing of the sort. I was as it is planning on making something special for lunch today.

Daughter (thinking to herself) : If only they knew that the lunch special was two minutes of maggi!

Guest 2 : Then we should come over more often!

Mother and daughter look at each other and then smile at the guests.

Mother : Why not!

Daughter : Why? Umm, not.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how worked up is your mother when guests are to arrive? Mine is 11! 😉

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : Any similarity to actual events or persons, living or dead, is NOT coincidental. Any character and event depicted here is NOT fictitious. Similarity to actual events or persons, living or dead, is NOT coincidental.

 

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but the helper was on leave. Either ways, he wasn’t too keen on his helper’s work.

This evening, he’d tried walking out to the garden but he barely managed to reach the door of his own room. The doctor had been called. He prescribed some medicines and assured it wasn’t anything to worry about. The old man chided the cook, “I told you so.”

It hadn’t rained for a week now. It was unusually hot. If it didn’t rain soon, his garden would start wilting. In a long time, he wished his helper was here. Or at least the rains were. Either wish seemed far from being realized.

His son was around the same age as his helper. Every time he saw his helper, it reminded him of his son; a reminder that wasn’t happy or heart-stopping, a reminder that was melancholic and heartbreaking. His son was a charm with plants, but didn’t see the charm in them. “I want to do something bigger,” he used to say.

But the old man didn’t know anything bigger. Sure enough, there were bigger businesses he knew about, like the one Sir and Madam were doing. But at the end of the day, even they would come and admire his work. “What was bigger then?”, he thought. Even after his son had started working in another city, he stayed back with Sir and Madam. They loved his work and he used to love working for them. They’d given him a place to stay in their servants quarters.

After the doctor left, he tried sitting up to look at what he could of his gardens. It was dim now post dusk and his feeble eyes didn’t help either. He spent his evening alternately watching the blades of the fan rotate and dozing.

Night fell early and in spite of having slept almost all day, he slept like a log through the night too. He awoke well after the Sun had risen. He was rolling in sweat and blankets. The fever had broken. He turned towards the window and there were drops of water clinging onto the grills of the window.


Picture Courtesy : @main_samay_hoon on Instagram.
Picture Courtesy : @main_samay_hoon on Instagram.

Hopeful, he went up to the window. It wasn’t an easy walk but far less painful than yesterday. Indeed, they were water droplets. As he stood in the pool of water below his window, his eyes saw moist and glistening grass outside his window. The flowers were gleaming and waving at him in the morning breeze. He was ecstatic. The God loved His work too!

Graciously Yours!

Another year passes!

Time flies! In leaps and bounds.

Another year older and hopefully another year wiser!

To maintain tradition of my birthday blog posts, this one is the latest!

So there’s my new look (as informed in the previous post) which I absolutely adore, though some people claim I haven’t really changed much. But those some people also called me pretty today which basically means they’ve always found me pretty. Either ways, I am happy!

And there’s a lot of diaries to write in and books to read and chocolates to eat! All of which I am looking forward to!

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Emotional moments with family, ISD calls from friends, long conversations with old mates, friends dropping in at odd hours, even the skies celebrating with rains (Oh, the romance of it!); I couldn’t have asked for better.

I do not want to rank my surprises and gifts but I have to mention two of these specifically!

One of my closest friends completed her #100happydays today! Merely a coincidence but being her 100th Happy Day and hopefully many more in between is a privilege!

And the other one is this :

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A blog post for me. A blog post about a blogger! What better could he have come up with? I felt the thrill of being written about, the rush of being mentioned on someone else’s blog and the love that poured out of each word in his post! It isn’t as easy for him as it is for me to write! Thank you so much ❤

Sending across lots of hugs and kisses to all of you wonderful, amazing, fabulous souls in my life!

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Graciously Yours!

Life Notes #9.

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Warning : Rambling ahead.

I am sitting somewhere (bored to the hilt!) and writing this post where I shouldn’t be writing it from, which I am obviously not going to divulge here!

The past few days a lot of stuff has been swirling around in this crammed head of mine and it’s time to check with you awesome people whether my mind is still okay or is it time for therapy?

Here goes.

Never focus on only one person in your life. Be it friends or family (which rarely happens these days, honestly!) or even your love. And even your love.

Of course he/she maybe the love of your life and your soul mate and your Knight in Shining Armour/Damsel in distress waiting to be rescued and you would vehemently disagree with me, but hear me out!

Sure that person is the one you want to spend your whole life with but do not focus on only that person. Remember before your love came along you had others in your life who loved you, cared for you, cried tears of joys in your wins and held your hand to get you through those tough times? Those people also matter. Yes, they still matter. And you have to let them know that they matter. By actions as much as words. It may be just one person or two or several but let them know and be there for them.

You don’t want to be so content in one single relationship that you don’t even realize when the others left you behind and all you were left were with memories and ‘what ifs’ and ‘had I’s’.

It is good to have someone to go to in case you need to let out steam or you know just want a change of scene!

And frankly being tied to the hip is somewhat uncomfortable to those around you, irrespective of how many compliments about ‘cute’, ‘romantic’ and ‘perfect’ you get!

Note to self: Keep the ones who want to make you smile dear. There’s more than one person of that kind.

But, hey! That’s just what I think! What do you think? Am I going bonkers or do you finally see sense on this blog after long? [Hint: Just leave lots of love and affection in the comments! And side by me. Shhh!]

Graciously Yours!

P.S. :Thank you Regular Indian Girl for the book series. That may have influenced the post a little! Just a wee bit.

3 days to go!

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3 days to go before another year into this millennium marks its grand exit! Time to chip in another life changing moment of 2014, or should I say a bunch of life changing moments of 2014 which happened because of one such mother moment?

So what is the mother moment I am talking about? It’s when I decided to begin my 100 happy days challenge; when I decided that I am going to make it a habit to find one reason to be happy each day, if not more! Going through the worst of days but coming up with a happy picture to post on my blog would work like magic and end up bringing a smile on face. It made me look forward to tomorrow and also those little moments of life we most often miss out on because we’re busy planning for the bigger moments. It has worked wonders for me! It could for you too. You just have to challenge your inner self.

Would you begin your 2015 with #100happydays? Or have you already completed yours? Here’s my 100th day.

Graciously Yours!

Completed — 100 happy days.

And that my friends is the end of my 100 happy days pledge!

 Lots of memories, lots of struggles to find something happy in the day, hurried flashes of camera, getting out of bed half asleep after having forgotten to post the day’s happy picture, and penning some beautiful pieces on days like this and this! Oh and this too!

Pursuing this taught me a very important lesson – Even on the worst days, there’s a possibility of joy! Earlier, only Kate Beckett spoke it, now experience does too.

 And I have not been alone in this 100 day journey! Without my family and friends to give me the much needed support, I wouldn’t have managed even a day!

Their lovely smiles, crazily optimistic spirits, penchant for unconditional love, a “Hi!” here, a “How are you?” there and sometimes just their being around was enough to make my day.

 

 

Dance like it is the last dance. Live like it is your last chance. After all, only cats get nine lives! A little craziness wouldn’t make you insane. Been there, done that! 😉 Unless, you think I am damaged beyond redemption, then you should steer away from the advice (AND THIS BLOG!) right away.

Technically, this may be the end of my 100 happy days, but I will carry forward this experience for the rest of forever.

Oops! I could continue typing away but this technically marks the end of my one hour break too and now it is time to get back to my live-in partner – my beloved books!

Psst – There have been days when I have skipped posting, but can we keep it to ourselves, please? A day or two can be forgiven and forgotten right? 😉

Psst again *very discreetly* – The other 99 days are posted on here!