Rain Rain Beautiful Rain

We had the most beautiful rain last evening.

2663743316_3204f9dec7_bThe constant drop of bullets from the dark sky brought alive the sound of a million memories filed away in deeper corners of my mind. The Sunday evenings of my childhood were spent together at my Grand ma’s house. In spring and summer, we would sit on the porch, listening to the stories told by my Grand ma from the days gone by.

During rainy days, like this, we would sit inside the main room with a small heater placed inside. The room had a tin-roof top. The steady drumming from the cold pelting rain would drown every other sound except those inside the room. And that sound would be of my Gramma’s voice all covered and framed by the pelting rain just the way background music frames a TV drama or a film.

Inside the shadowy room on rainy day, the mood would often call for ghost stories. And we as little kids would sit quietly through its telling, darting eye balls back and forth in awe, wondering as if some ghost might be attending its own tale.

The yesterday rains also reminded me of the youth spent in the bustling city of Mumbai that is also well-known for its monsoon showers. Mumbai had always been a city of dreams for me and I made some of my best friends there.

The images of the countless times I sat with my best friend at our favorite café overlooking the sea, chatting over cups of coffee with hot chocolate brownies, watching the rains and talking about everything from fashion, fun, food to guys, office gossip, discussing , laughing and ruminating.

And now as I lay, tucked inside the warmth of a blanket, listening to the clatter above, I feel as if no other sound I have ever heard resembles that of  pelting rain on a tin-roof top. Yet I acquire a strong urge to get up, go out, and identify it.

True, the landscape has changed – I’m no more a child in my Gramma’s house, way past the young girl in search of her treasure in a city of dreams but these stories and images still stay with me somewhere bottled up in deep recesses of my mind.

And all it took to un-bottle them up was a sound – a sound I learned long long ago!

36 Random Things about Me on Turning 36

In a couple of days, I’m turning 36 – yes, thirty-six, as in closer to 40 than 30!

Yet, I’m looking forward to my birthday with all eagerness and enthusiasm. Funny! Isn’t it? I have had 35 birthdays and I’m still excited about birthdays!

Besides being one of those people, who just love-loves their birthday, here are 36 random things about me that attempt to sum up the person that is me. Continue reading

Roses in My Garden

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My garden isn’t any great. But despite being a tiny patch of soil-bed on which we have managed to grow some flowers and kitchen plants, it leaves us with no moment of happiness filled surprise. This morning as I stepped into my courtyard to collect the morning paper, I couldn’t help but notice this breathtakingly beautiful scene.

My little garden was filled with lovely roses – all smiling back at me in their full bloom! It struck me deep and intense. I have no idea why but roses always make me insanely happy. It’s not that I don’t love all flowers, I do. It’s just that with roses I have always had a special kind of love affair. They enthrall me, mesmerize me and compel me to acknowledge that no matter what happens, life stays beautiful.

This reminds me of a popular saying, “Where flowers bloom, hope does too”.  Sometimes we get so consumed in our problems and hardships that we fail to notice the beauty that is already around us in small things and little details of life. Must I confess, I too was a victim of these emotional vampires and energy drains just a few days ago.

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Anger, bitterness, loneliness, and lies took control over my heart. And my vision was clouded with lost hope, broken ambitions, and frustration. But now looking at these blossoming roses, I can’t help but think, I can still dream. And I can always try to realize those dreams. Their lovely sight reminds me that time has finally come for a spring clean!

The coldness and darkness of winter has already gone and it is now time to be out with the old and in with the new. It is time to throw out the negatives and welcome the positives, while sticking to the ones that make me feel good. So here I made this list of things that make me instantly happy and joyful:

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  1. A hot cup of tea made to my taste as soon as I wake up.
  2. Finding fresh flowers in my garden
  3. A tight bear hug from my son
  4. Watching little kittens and puppies play
  5. Waking up to the sound of chirping birds
  6. Writing a beautiful piece
  7. Sipping coffee while reading an interesting book or watching an interesting movie in the hall
  8. Waking up early only to discover it’s a Sunday and then hitting the bed again for an extra hour of sleep
  9. Receiving roses on my B’day and V-day from my hubby
  10. Long luxurious bath with a scented candle, aroma oils, and extravagant beauty products

Well, this is my list of things that make me feel good. What makes you feel good? Believe it or not, but just by thinking about things that make you happy can instantly change your mood making you feel good and delighted. Best part, it costs nothing and needs no one to make you feel exultant!

 

Learning to Appreciate Beauty in Order

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Spring never fails to remind me about the days gone by. Memories of being young, nervous child; impatiently waiting for the exams to get over so that I can treasure time reading about stuff that caught my fancy, come all alive. Ah, what a semi-futile attempt it used to be to make up for those boring school course and text books without spirit!

How I hated those history classes and always thought doing algebra in class was unnecessary. After all, what are calculators for? But those were my thoughts back then. Now, in my thirties and mother of a five year old, I realize it was all important indeed!

This reminds me of something I read recently, “youth is wasted on the young, young love fades, people come and go… you can’t go home again and that it’s all over too soon.” I don’t know how far it’s true but I certainly do wish to censor and edit some of the life changes.

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But at the same time, I also I can’t imagine life with a set routine, strict rules, and discipline! A life when every day is the same, when spring is the same as autumn, and when there is no change, no surprise. So I feel, it is not youth that is wasted on the young but life that is wasted on the old!

And before I get old, I want to make the most of it. Make each moment count, every memory special, and every day a new day by cherishing all the little changes, nasty challenges, and difficult times that life has to offer.

And so I am despite the never ending trail of my routine stuck days thankful of those few perfectly paced moments that land on my lap every once in a while to make my day special. The weather this evening is nothing short of perfect.

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And though I am unable to go out and enjoy the eve to its core, relaxing on my terrace while watching the different colors of spring in the sky, I am also learning to appreciate a slower pace of life and a strange beauty in order!

Why I choose to be Alone

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Sometimes marriage isn’t what you have always dreamt it to be. You are in a relationship but still you’re alone! Six years of married life and loneliness has become the order of my life. I had never been a person so singing about my feelings but I had also never been so distant!

Life has become a routine stuck in the four walls of the house and this is not what I had imagined it to be. Though on the surface I play my part well, cleverly hiding the feelings of misery under the garb of normalcy but on the inside I know it’s fake.

A lump is gradually building up in my throat and I feel fearful of a sudden outbreak. I don’t know if everyone is unhappy but I know they are all too busy to give much thought and let anything disrupt the calm of their so called happy life.

As long as they are busy in their careers, worrying over their children, their husbands, what they are going to cook in dinner, what they need to buy and blah blah blah; they appear happy. And I am also urged to follow suit.

After all, I have everything a girl can possibly dream of – a loving husband, an adorable child, a content home, good health! But I fail to understand, is that all there’s to life? Is the meaning of a happy life only limited to having a home, children, stable family and a husband who will become more like an affectionate family member than an impassioned companion?

I know I should be happy with what I have but yet I can’t seem to escape the feeling that there can be something more to this. It’s not that I don’t love my husband or the spark has faded but letting my life slip-slid away in mundane routine is also too painful.

I feel trapped in a domestic life that’s making me feel powerless to reach for my dreams. I love my family but it is suffocating me more and more each day. In marriage and more so in marriage with children, you know you just can’t leave.

And so I choose to be alone. I remain aloof because I don’t want to let anyone down. My isolation isn’t about my gloom or discontent but it is about creating a life which isn’t helpless or powerless. My isolation isn’t about despair or hopelessness but it is about looking into the future so that there actually is a future.

why-i-choose-to-be-aloneAnd in my secluded haven I have learnt to rebuild a world full of fancies and splendor. It is through my writing this world comes alive recycling my all scars into beauty and glory. It helps me step back from my dreary life – rearrange the slivers of broken dreams and escape into a life that makes sense to me.

Writing gives me that much needed release – offering me peep into a world I can never be to – visit places I have never been to  – meet people I have never met – see things I have never seen – hear voices I have never heard – and experience emotions I have never felt.

Loneliness has been a constant companion as long as I can remember. It is part of my life still. It is part of my life but it’s not my life!

Life’s Simplest Pleasures Often Come Without knocking

rain1When it comes to pleasures and experiences in life, I’m often a sucker for the exotic ones. I prefer staying in luxury suites over normal rooms, I love the indulgence of a long royal beauty bath over a quick shower, I like to treat my taste buds with a lavish menu over a simple meal.

But often times the most stimulating of all pleasures come un-knocked and un-noticed. They are the simplest and yet the greatest of all joys. Life has once again Continue reading