Unlike Phoebe, at our home we’re dealing with an electronic birthday candle that has been refusing to die all day!!!!! Even after the birthday boy got irritated and subject the said candle to water boarding. In the end it has ended up in a dumpster wrapped in an old tea towel. And when I turned around to leave, this is what I heard….
PS: 6:45 AM – I’m leaving from mums place and it’s still ringing.
Post PS edit: 10:37 AM – received this message from the SIL – “Di this thing is still ringing 😩”.
I have in the past 24 hours seen my past self reflected multiple times.
- A girl on a bike at a traffic light stopping under the shade of a tree on a very hot summer day, even though she is a few meters away from the signal. A brief respite from the scorching heat also looks welcome.
- A tired but happy girl managing the desk and closing the accounts for the day at a salon, well past the time most of her colleagues have left.
- Two summery kurta-patiala clad happy teenage girls wearing big jhumkas and zipping through my neighbourhood on a bike while singing the latest number by the Chainsmokers, loudly and without a care in the world.
- A very confused junior associate who looks petrified at the extent of cluelessness she’s having to deal with at work.
Life, I realise has brought me such a long distance from where I started that there are times I fail to even recognise myself. I remember writing in this blog a few years ago that the 22 year old me would be in awe for days if she met the present day version. And on a day I have spent saying goodbye to so many people and things that I have grown to admire and get ready to flip a page, I feel awfully aware that I have been in this place before. The pause before a brand new beginning filled with a complete blank page.
It’s time to start writing I guess.
*That some delicious Gajar ka halwa and Vanilla icecream are helping to deal with.
But strictly limited to autobiographical content in my case, since I find there is a mystical element when it comes to hearing someone open up to you and narrate their stories in their own voice.
And there are few things that can tick me off as badly as a book not being available on Amazon India. Earlier there was atleast Audible and now that too is a part of the “global” retailer. Isn’t everything supposed to be on a giant cloud somewhere?? And here I thought the Internet atleast was a place without borders.
That Google doodle celebrating NASA’s exoplanet discovery gave my slightly disappointed heart a nice pick me up today.
The day’s, actually the years seem to be melting away at a shocking pace. As another month draws to a close and it’s time to flip the page on the calendar, I’m sensing an urgent need to make a resolution to slow down and savour life at a pace which allows for appreciation of the small moments.
Side note: I love the artwork on the calendar adorning my desk. It’s so medievally nautical. Reminds me of one of my favourite shows on TV.
But I love this time of the year. Primarily because it offers lots of opportunities to reflect on the year gone by and also make minuscule, elaborate and sometimes life-changing plans for the year ahead.
Plans that seem to have a strange way of not working out, especially the ones that have been painstakingly laid out. But every now and then, there seems to be that one plan that not only comes together like you had imagined within the confines of your head, but turns out even better. It goes without saying that there are big plans for 2017 and my prayer is for those plans to work out.
2016 was action packed. The year began with watching day break over the Indian Ocean and came to a close with the sight of the mighty Himalayas as I stood more than 10,000 feet above sea level and somewhere between its folds lay days when cherished dreams came true. Meeting Mr.Bond, sitting on my bed next to a window over looking at the view I have read about so many times and imagined how it would be in Landour, owning ruby red shoes ornaments, a long cherished wish to go on road trip with friends, hosting midnight parties adorned by stars in a bottle at the breakfast table or curling up in my armchair would be a few of the moments I remember best. I’m sure there were difficult days, but that’s not the point of this blog.
I’m reflecting on a year that has actually turned out far beyond my expectations for it when it started. And there is another year approaching brimming with possibilities. As I steel myself for the few tough days I forsee, I am grateful to have sufficient reasons to fill my heart with gratitude and give me reasons to smile in anticipation.
Did a quick search and read through what I’ve reflected upon as the years 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015 drew to a close in this blog. Each post just brought back so many memories.
It’s almost 2017. How far we’ve come. I wish for the very best of laughs, conversations, experiences, memories, meals, accomplishments and endless possibilities in the years ahead.
A dear friend who heard me complaining about constant grey skies has bottled a few stars and sent them my way. And they have been warming both my home and heart.
Loved Collateral Beauty and am left wondering if LOVE is truly the only WHY??
“We’re here to connect. Love, time, death. Now these three things connect every single human being on earth. We long for love, we wish we had more time, and we fear death.”