Halloween memories 🎃

 

The door bell rang one regular fall evening, and as I opened the door saw the killers from the “Scream” movie at my door. I shrieked, collapsed backwards and ran through the foyer screaming. The people at the door actually had to pull off their masks and console me. 

And that is how this Indian girl was intiated into the experience of an American holiday named Halloween. 🎃🎃🎃

Knowing my obsession with doors and doorways, R&D have been sending me pictures from their first fall in Boston and I’ve been loving the way the stoops of people’s homes have been decorated for Halloween. I’m very proud of the filters I applied to a normal looking picture that they sent and made it look so dramatic. In honour of the memory I’m going to find some pumkin spiced latte. 

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From the Panhandle to the Keys, Florida is a glorious and huge state. And I cannot imagine how powerful a storm Irma is to be able to engulf it in its entirety. 

I used to live in Broward county and work at Miami Dade and watching the once familiar places being mandatorily evacuated on the news is bringing back memories of these places in happier and sunnier times. I remember how long it took for things to go back to normal after Wilma. Hoping Irma spares that beautiful part of the world.

This picture is from a day more than a decade ago when evacuation was ordered for a Tropical storm making landfall in Miami.

Mum and I are suffering through a major jewellery hangover 😉. As far has hangovers go, I think this might be the preferred way to go. 

Storm clouds are rolling in putting an end to sights of cloudless blue skies. But then there are the joys of an Indian monsoon to look forward to. Especially the food that gets churned out of mums kitchen 😉.

On an unrelated note, it is on days like today that I miss the J’ngr merry gang fiercely. I don’t think I’ve ever missed watching an India vs Pakistan match with a big noisy emotional and totally fired up mob. And at the cost of sounding partial, the J’ngr gang is my absolute favourite group to indulge my cricket madness with. The fun that was had during the 2011 World Cup season was epic!!!! Guess the others feel the same way, since that group chat has been hyper active today discussing India’s massive score of 319!!!! Wish the rain would stop and these stooopid commentators stop talking about the Duckworth-Lewis method.

And then as you are typing a long blogpost there are sudden cravings. Sigh.

Memories through mealtime 

Opened the cutlery cabinet to help set the table for lunch at my mum’s place and caught sight of something that I hadn’t laid eyes on in over 15 years – my mother’s wedding china. I’ve been staring with reverence at the scalloped edges, the gold trim and the painted roses bordering these 35 year old dinner plates that hold so much of my family’s memories.

With time newer, fancier, lighter and non traditional dinnerware have been adorning my parents dining table. But the one with the painted roses will always remain the perfect set to me.

Oh I’m definitely considering making 50 cups of chai with varying sugar levels, for 50 people in one go as a supreme accomplishment 😎.

There’s just something so charming about a church wedding

Lots&Zar make a such a beautiful couple and I’ve been drooling at all the DIY touches around the venue.

Roger&Jenny’s beach wedding in Goa almost feels like a such a faint memory now. Maybe it was the reunion with my college gang, maybe we were just young and giddy or maybe it was Goa; but that still remains one of the most fun weddings I’ve been a part of.

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In the meantime, I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from the very beginning and my revisions have been thoroughly enjoyable and I feel constantly stumped at the degree of magical details carried in them. A fantastic passage from the first Harry Potter book:

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk.

My alternate universe dream job would be – the Host of a Cooking Show or the Editor for Readers Digest Magazine 

I absolutely love the prompts in my new journal.

Received a message from a friend that the East Side Gallery has been fenced off. Was sad to hear about it but I understand that it was necessary from a few reports I read later. Apparently, the Berlin City authorities have done so in order to protect the wall from repeated and increasing acts of vandalism.

A bit of history: The entire length of the East Side Gallery was created in 1990 after the German reunification and artists from all over the world were invited to decorate the preserved portion of the wall.

A picture of the wall back when I got to visit Berlin.