I don’t know about everything, but my mood is definitely a whole lot better. The mind was in a bit of a funk this past month and suddenly with one jolt of colour, life’s all better again.
So far my hair has been likened to a peacock feather, a disco ball and a unicorns tail!!! A funny boy asked with mock sincerity if Holi has come early this year. The girls seem to love it. The sil is hopping with joy and keeps asking for pictures. Scooby without emotion said “Looks cool. Have fun with it.” But the sly bugger ran home and told mum last night which resulted in me getting an angry phone call from a very angry mom with instructions to undo ‘it’ before I go pay her a visit. Her exact words were “I better not see you with all that paint in your hair. How do you do your job with hair like that?!! Aren’t you old enough not to do such an irresponsible thing?!! CHANGE IT FIRST THING TOMORROW!!!!” 😕
I retaliated with multiple pictures including the one pictured in this post and have been enduring radio silence on Whatsapp for the past 15 hours. I suspect she’s giving me the silent treatment. 😈
The picture is courtesy of a shady colleague who sneakily clicked it under the pretext that he wants to inspire his wife.
The sibling came over for a visit this weekend, since I’ve not been able to catch up with him this past month. Growing up it generally was Scooby&me against the world (ok against the generals at home – the parents 😁). With an endless amount of time to spend with each other, our conversations never really stopped. They were just punctured by brief pauses. But as we’ve grown up, our time together has become premium and therefore feels that much more cherished when we get to have an isolated moment unto ourselves.
In the meantime, the mother has been sending me love notes. And by lovenotes I specifically mean pictures of flowers 🤦🏻♀️
It’s wonderful that as life has progressed, some of the joys it offers have still remained magical. And thankfully my heart warms up to them with the same intensity as it has done forever.
- The smell of rain on fresh baked earth.
- The smell of freshly brewed coffee and how the first sip makes me feel every single morning.
- That day in spring where the world turns into the freshest shade of green.
- A really good kiss. (It’s weird how rare these are).
- Puppies and the way they make your soul smile.
- Time spent in the company of friends with whom you can be your self. The conversations, the laughs and that feeling of being completely safe.
- My moms cooking.
- Movie marathons with the sibling.
- The sound of the ocean (or a river or the lapping sounds at the edge of a lake).
- The feeling of hot water running down your back in the shower on a cold day.
- The smell of a library.
- Looking through treasures(and pictures) collected over the course of my travels.
- Driving really fast on an empty road while the rest of the world is asleep.
- And every single time this happens.
Btw, on a completely unrelated note, I’m loving all the inmyfeelingschallenge videos. Great fun.
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 suspects that they’re trying to be brave in our presence.
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.
Having sushi home delivered from a favourite restaurant for Sunday lunch when you are in no mood to cook. And advantage #71516 of living by yourself would be eating the home delivered sushi in bed while watching a show on Netflix.
At mums insistence ended up having a conversation with someone looking for a simple&sweet girl today and was quite surprised at hearing myself saying – “I can be sweet sometimes but I’m definitely not a simple girl. It’s just not my style”.
Wonder why I hadn’t thought of that earlier?
Scooby and the sil are on vacay and have been flooding my phone with such gorgeous pictures. Sikkim looks like heaven. And it’s bringing back memories from Bhutan.
In the meantime, I’m endlessly drooling at Kangana’s Cannes looks. She’s spectacular!!!
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.