Missed it by a whisker! Universal Children’s Day!

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Oh the joys of childhood!

Still remember the Children Day celebrated in our country on 14th November each year. Waited for the fun things our teachers did for us. A reciprocation of Teacher’s Day (5th September).

A week later the world celebrates children and childhood. Just remembered an article I had written two years ago, for this occasion. Sharing it with you, though a day late.  😦    To read do click Universal Children’s Day

A ghost? A shadow?

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Sometimes my thoughts haunt me like a ghost, almost nag me into negativity, hampering my creativbent!

At others they offer me their soothing shadow- retreat, in the heat of the blazing afternoon.

That’s when they travel far and wide, thirsting for more, absorbing what comes along the way, seeing new, kaleidoscopic patterns in the ordinary.

I hope to connect more with this calming, protective shadow!

Pensive: Anxious about you!

 

Sitting in the shade of trees, the mood of deep reflection about what lies behind and beyond is obvious in this sculpture.

Time to introspect if the green jungle that has been replaced extensively by the concrete one, must re-appear to help us go on.

Pensive moments…..Happy pondering!

Happy reunion!

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Two decades. Really? Had it been that long since we had met? Time flies. No, no, no, that’s an understatement. It whizzes at twice the speed of light. At least that’s what we thought on re-connecting. Who? Friends!

Two score years! But it hadn’t been that bad. Occasional phone chats had helped us stay kind of tuned in to each other’s lives. We would certainly manage to create a rough sketch of the interim years that had elapsed since our last meeting in Chandigarh, twenty years ago. Us? We had been skipping jobs and cities, criss-crossing the country. They? Had found peace and contentment in their native city, Chennai. That’s where our friends (who had found a place in the deep recesses of our memories) had arrived from, to meet us in Mumbai.

A pair of couples, we, who were brought together the first time, because of our respective spouse’s common work-place, we went on to become good friends. Remained in touch., infrequently.  But life’s dizzying pace, prevented us from meeting. A time lag, but not a chasm!

However, good friends link. Immediately. It’s like an automation, a switch that flicks on, the moment friends meet; the years of separation melt into the chatter of yesteryears and current happenings. Memory. Nostalgia. Happy reunion. It was fabulous to meet after such a long gap.

No surprises in this meeting. It was a planned visit! But the joys of re-connecting and realising that not much had changed, was immense! Our collective realisation? We were the same, had remained so with each other. Just as comfortable as we had been when we connected the first time in the northern part of India. Our vastly apart cultures, divergent geographical locations and the elapsed time could have built an opaque screen betwixt us, didn’t seem to have arisen at all. No awkwardness, right from the moment we met. No sense of unease or discomfort. Instead, oodles of warmth, bonhomie and tonnes of pure and simple joy!

It’s not that difficult to build and maintain relationships, is it? If we keep it simple, straightforward, there is no mess! This reunion with friends taught me a valuable lesson-

Distance, time and diversity cannot alienate people, only an inflated ego of aloofness can!

Reconnecting is uncomplicated, distancing truly complex!

Loving is easy; hating complicated.

A joyous reunion had whispered a valuable lesson of life!

 

Coffee with a difference!

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On a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon

Couldn’t possibly have asked for the moon

Movies were ruled out, they are a pain,

Ideas were scarce, the brain searched in vain.

 

A coffee was voted for at a nearby café humble

This simple wish dissipated, the plan took a tumble

When our gigantic, comforting, slightly ole SUV

Chose to groan, whimper and succumb to its injury

 

How fortunate that it took its last breath to stop

Right opposite an accomplished car mechanics shop

Ah! Hadn’t asked for much and not for the moon

But the simple plan had fallen apart way too soon.

 

In consternation, the lady in it’s cushioned embrace

Stepped down from her lofty perch, oh what disgrace

What an afternoon, What misadventure at such a place!

Snorted the high perched with a frown on her face.

 

A thirty- minutes to rev him up promised the car doctor

Even before taking it’s first step, the p.m. had faltered.

The high stool wouldn’t help so she stepped down to ask

Is there a coffee shop, where we could wait and bid time?

 

No ma’am not a café for a mile, but coffee customised

Can come here as you wait on this swivel chair of mine

The look of horror softened and transformed

When of his thoughtfulness my heart was informed

Demurely, I opted to sit on the half-built brick wall

Where the rays of the warm sun weren’t permitted to fall

Canopy caring, protective of the generous neem tree

Offered shade while we sipped the sugar free coffee.

 

By the roadside, outside a car repair shop

My husband and I sipped coffee; tasted like nectar

Time flew by as I observed the simplicity around

Our SUV’s engine had retrieved its purring sound.

 

A different cuppa, wasn’t it?