Shaded balconies bursting with flowering plants and fruit trees on three sides, that’s how I picture my childhood home. The avocado tree that stood proudly in the front yard of my parents home got struck by lightning and capsized last night due to heavy rains, taking with it a couple of smaller shrubs including my moms prized powder-pink button roses. The sibling and I have been feeling terrible about the incident but my parents seem to be dealing with things in a wholly unemotional manner. Scooby thinks they are still trying to be brave in our presence.
I guess it is as Carson wisely said to Mrs. Hughes: “The business of life is the acquisition of memories”. And for all of them that included these trees, I am grateful.
Looking at the sibling and my long faces, mom went back into the kitchen and stirred something up that turned out to be an immediate mood brighten-er. It’s strange how she’s been deploying the same tools to make us feel better from our childhood days.
I’m literally in mango heaven, having gorged on some 5 varieties of mangoes over the weekend. Mom even cooked them in the two variations that are native to my community to lip smacking perfection. Scooby’s bottle of Cherry Brandy ended up being the source of our collective doom thanks to its deceptively sweet taste and alluring smell. Considering everyone at home was running a bit of a cold because of the constant rains, brandy was voted the obvious choice to go with the evening. And that was how the night disappeared into the mist.
Had a fun evening with Sin&BIL. An eventful evening in which the new car was tested, my mothers mango curries were tasted, hilarious stories exchanged and Rafa took home his 11th French Open title. Why is there so much fun to be had while being teased by friends and retaliating in kind? I think it’s the running theme of my conversation with this family that I like so very much.
Received a sound bit of advice on the work front from BIL and all things considered, I’m going to take it very seriously.
Food probably is the most wonderful and warm of gifts, isn’t it?
Have just received the biggest batch of mangoes of various sizes from a friends farm, and that really is just the tip of the food iceberg I’ve received in recent days. From a bag of homemade banana chips from Kerala delivered at work, to a young associate who scaled the tree at his moms house to get me Australian avocados and a friend who has lovingly baked a batch of gooey chocolate brownies to say congratulations. I feel so incredibly grateful and am overflowing with joy. I guess all I can do is plonk myself down and enjoy my delicious gifts.
This list wouldn’t be complete without listing mommy’s attempts at marking the special morning that yesterday was.
DEAR UNIVERSE!! JUST KEEP’EM COMING!!! 🙏🏻
As we watched the Royal Wedding yesterday, mom bluntly declared “Meghan is nothing in comparison to Catherine”. When she turned around and met Scooby-Dad&my collective expressions she immediately modified the statement to “I meant she’s nice. But the elder daughter-in-law is so lovely and her wedding dress was much more beautiful.” And then hastily proceeded to add, “But the boys mother was the most beautiful lady on her wedding day”, as if that ended the whole debate (I happen to agree with her btw, but am definitely not saying it out loud). I suspect my family is such a bunch of monarchists because of moms obsession with Princess Diana. In the spirit of honesty, I might as well admit that I’ve just furthered that insanity with a strong obsession with everything Jane Austen and have now compounded it by falling completely in love with “Downton Abbey”.
As we watched the wedding, I noticed mums new flower arrangement in the living room. It’s very different from what we’re generally used to in this house and looks very summer. Had fun reminiscing about Will&Kate’s wedding with P. I’d forgotten that I actually took a sick day from work to catch that wedding 😏.
The sibling and sil are off on vacation this week till the end of the month and I’m drooling at pictures of the places they’re visiting. In the meantime, Thankie has returned from Singapore bearing gifts and the most hilarious family pictures and Sylph is bringing in her birthday in beautiful Wales. Snowdonia looks magical and I can’t even seem to be able to pronounce Llandudno.
I’m feeling the need to run away. And my kith and kin are completely to blame.
Some exciting and some life altering. Some just totally empowering and a couple, just plain scary. It’s been an interesting week but there’s quite a bit weighing down on my mind. Couple that with the insanity of my job, compounded with training a new campus batch and I’m ready to run for the hills. Thankfully, being at mums place over the weekend after almost a month and speaking with the sibling in peace put a few things in perspective.
Quick side observation: Dad seems to have switched his beer preference from KF to Tuborg quietly.
Amidst all the flurry in life at the moment, the kid brother while planning his anniversary getaway with my sil commented, “Is there an April in the past decade when you’ve been in town?”. Which only proves that he knows me all too well and keeps track of my jet setting ways. His observation, aleast from 2012 definitely seems to ring true.
Just got back to my apartment and have been taking stock of groceries. Discovered some Gruyere, some Brie, a half tub of Creme and a small block of Parmesan in the refrigerator. Wonder when I turned into a person who keeps cheeses in their refrigerator? And that too the fancy kinds. I’m extremely surprised at myself.
Devoured Rpit’s birthday gift from cover to cover by my bedroom window. Sarah Anderson is a woman after my little heart I tell you. That page about a bookworms theory of spending is just epic!!!
Filled with catching up on movies and documentaries with the sibling, being brought up to speed about the happenings of the month gone by with the folks, drinking fresh lemonade prepared with lemons from our garden, just-the-4-of-us kinda conversations and arguments. And topping it with a family activity in the form of “nool puttu making” for dinner.
There was coffee to be had, books to be read, a shaded balcony to haunt and the early days of summer to be enjoyed. All while allowing my tired legs a good rest after having driven 400 kilometres on Friday. And did I mention the devouring of yummy food all weekend?
The first batch of mangoes made an appearance after lunch on Sunday but they still aren’t at their juiciest yummiest best. Will need to wait a couple of weeks more I guess. And as it happens most years, summer has brought with it a craving for sitting under trees, cycling through lanes with friends, playing badminton and board games. Simpler joys that thankfully never grow old.
Caught PLEASANTVILLE after ages. After all these years, the movie still intrigues me. And in a complete contradiction to Pleasantville, I’ve been indulging in a lot of material involving Tiffany Haddish. Girls Trip was a revelation.
A cousins wedding in Coorg seems like a perfect excuse to get dolled up, catch up with all of your sisters and dance the weekend away. All amidst a blur of colourful festivities.