Archive for category Love
Family and friends. Every corner of the house filled with the aroma of freshly baked homemade pumpkin cake. Surprises and thoughtfulness that sees happy tears trickling down. Cozy and comfortable throw to keep me warm on the coldest of cold evenings. Yummy mixed berry smoothie for breakfast. Tickle fights. Laughter and screams (ones filled with joy!) that ring through the walls. Books to love. Sweet nothings. Deep, overwhelming emotions felt. Piggy back ride up the stairs. Lunch, shared in the same plate. Adorable poem written while I take a nap. The said poem excitedly recited to me as soon as I open my eyes. Head massage. Hot bath. Made up songs sung in made up tunes. Never-ending reasons to smile and rejoice. Candle lit rooms. Dinner time conversations. Milkshake on a cold night. Endless hugs and kisses.
Love. Three hundred and sixty four days plus one. Blessed, yes I am.
Lazily, I walk around the house. I stand near the big window facing the lawn and gaze out aimlessly. After a while I settle on the couch and continue to survey the sunlit backyard. Few squirrels run around hunting for their food, the neighbor’s cat (the one we have lovingly named Tiger) sits comfortably on the concrete patch only getting up to scare a bird or two every so often, the rain of yellow leaves happens with every crispy Fall breeze. It is a beautiful sight. I have forgotten about work. I could sit here all day and be lost in this world that, at this moment, is only mine.
Time passes, I don’t know how long. And then come a family of deer. Their pace swift, their senses intent, their presence abundantly joyous. Of the four or five that graze around on the lawn there is a tiny one that is exceptionally cute. Before I can get enough of ogling at how adorable he is, he hops away and goes to hide between two trees. Sigh.
I email the partner right away letting him know that there was this cute little fawn on our lawn. He immediately responds asking me to take photos. I am too lazy to move, I tell him. Moreover, that one has skillfully found his place between two trees making it impossible to get a proper photo from the living room. The partner responds saying ‘In that case look at it for a long long time and I will look into your eyes when I get home.’ I smile as I read it, and that’s that.
Hours pass by and the partner comes back home from work. The first thing he does as he sees me is place his hands on my cheeks and looks deep into my eyes. By this time I have already forgotten the email exchange from afternoon. Moments later, still unblinking, he says ‘let’s see… He was this tall and was facing that way wasn’t he? Wow, he is cute!’ And I melt. I argue about possibilities, probability and what not (yes, I do know how to ruin the moment, don’t I?). Still he maintains that it was Love because of which he could enjoy the beautiful sight through my eyes. A huge happy smile appears on my face.
And I fall in love with him, again.
…peeking into the partner’s book, asking him what point he has reached in the story to be met with him pointing to the name of the chapter. I don’t remember, what happens here? you ask. Read the book if you want to know, he says and smiles gleefully, satisfied with giving you a dose of your usual response to his questions about the book.
…waking up to the ring of doorbell and receiving a big package filled with Diwali delicacies and loads of love.
…letting the partner work his magic. All pain melt away!
…being fed amazing homemade dishes, one meal after another, at your Uncle/Aunt’s, until you are too full to move even an inch. To top that, they also pack a bag full of sweets and savories to take home. What a delight to the taste buds!
…having friends over to light sparklers and fountains on Diwali night. The laughters that echo through the backyard is enough to call it a grand celebration.
…turning on the fireplace for the first time and enjoying its warmth on a cold night.
…looking at different photos of diyas and candles on emails from friends or on some of your favorite blogs and reveling in all that beauty.
…seeing a beautiful drawing made for you by a precious little one. The thoughtfulness of the said little one’s Mom is no less.
…watching the partner place an order for one of the book collections you’ve been eyeing for years.
…treating the kids that come dressed in various costumes on Halloween evening.
And I did.
The weekend before last we rented a cabin in the mountains and took off Saturday morning. The drive was a bit stretched out (breaks, traffic, etc.), but it was fun nonetheless. We had two cars, six of us shuffling between the cars. And once we got near the mountain area, the fall colors were so breathtaking that the drive wasn’t a bother to anyone.
We reached the cabin around four in the evening. Temperature had gone down considerably by then. Heater was turned on. Fireplace was put to good use. All of us gathered around the orange-yellow flames of the fire for a while before venturing out to the balcony to enjoy the mountain views from all angles. Cameras were brought out and click, click, click – photos were taken of the colorful mountains, dark grey clouds, shy sun, fallen leaves.
Once it started getting dark, Ran stepped into the kitchen to start preparing for dinner. He started with cleaning and marinating the fish and the chicken we’d bought earlier that day, followed by cutting the veggies and prepping them for baking. Each one of stepped in and out of the kitchen, offering a helping hand every now and then. And the partner, as always, began playing music to up the cheery mood that all of us were in. And a song or two later, he also began moving to the rhythm.
There I was standing on the sidelines, watching the big smile on his face as he danced around, sinking in all the joy that the evening brought with it, and moments later he pulled me in. And what happened next surprised me to no end. I joined him! Without any hesitation, without second thoughts, without feeling conscious about everyone else around, I was hopping along on my happy feet.
These were some of my closest friends I was with. And then of course there was the partner. Yet, it startled me to spot that behavior of mine. It’s so unlike me to have given in so quickly. And there I was, doing just that. Of course, I am glad I did. Because had it been any other way, it might not have been as much fun and I may have regretted it later. That evening brought with it a lot of excitement. Enough to last the days to come.
We danced. For hours together. Some more than the others. We danced as the dinner cooked. We danced as Ree took a nice relaxing bath and then had her dinner. We danced as the food called out to us. We danced until our feet hurt. We danced like there was no tomorrow. We danced until we could label it one of the most memorable evenings ever, because almost all of us hadn’t danced like that in years. And yes, we danced like no one was watching.
And after about five or six hours, it came to a stop. The partner and Ran still had the momentum to go on. But hunger and weariness took over the rest of us. So we dropped, one after another. And that was the end of it… well almost – the partner and Ran danced for one last song before calling it quits. The others sat and watched, astounded by their energy levels.
We had plans to play a game of Monopoly after dinner. But none of us had it in us to sit a few more hours and see a game through. After the time that we had just had, sleep was extremely eager to embrace us. So we called it a night right after dinner.
Great friends. Tons of fun. Delicious food. What’s not to love?
My fondness for Harry Potter series is no secret. Granted, I hopped on the bandwagon much later than many others I know, but that surely didn’t take away from the love I have for the books. And as much as I whine about how the movies aren’t at par with the books, I enjoy watching them nevertheless. For the past three years, I’ve read all the books in the series once a year (mostly during the Dec-Jan time) and then caught up with all the movies right after. And the last time I did it, the partner joined me in watching the movies.
It was fun. To have him join in on the adventure. To see him as restless as I was when we stopped at crucial points for various reasons. To feel my excitement double as I realized his appreciation. To watch his questioning eyes as he failed to understand little details, the ones only the readers of the book would’ve been able to catch, here and there. He had a ton of questions all through the journey. And I did my best filling in the gaps for him.
Yet, somehow, I didn’t think that was enough. Because, you see, when he reads or watches something his brain cells apprehend more than my little mind does. He observes. He thinks. And he finds the deeper meaning behind every word. And, as greedy as I am, I wanted to see this tale of witches and wizards unfold through his attentive eyes. I wanted listen to him share his experiences as he read through one book after another. I wanted to spend hours together pondering on the interesting discussions I was sure he would bring up. I wanted him to read the books.
So, time and time again, I put forth that option to him. But he rejected it, always with a smile, explaining that, need be, I could connect the dots for him and that he didn’t think reading the books now (after seeing all the movies) would be as much fun since he knew how the story unfolded. I disagreed.
It bothered me. It’s not that he doesn’t read – he is an ardent reader and he enjoys the world of fiction as much as anyone else. Whenever you give him a choice of reading a book vs. watching the movie version of the same, he’ll choose to do the former first because he agrees that the words bound together in a tale provide levels of details, which are, most of the times, left out in the latter. Yet, when it came to this series he chose to stay away. Primarily because he was content with all that the movies had to offer. And then there was me, who helped him put together missing pieces.
Still, I persisted. I nagged him every chance I got. Every time he would ask me for book suggestion I would point him to this series. And he would find a reason or two to dismiss my recommendation and move on to the next in line. This went on for months. Until one fine day, weeks ago, he gave in. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know why. I didn’t care. I was on cloud nine. He asked me where the book was; I pointed him towards the shelf in the living room. He picked up the first one and took a seat next to me on the couch. For some time there I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was blinded by tears of joy (ok, a little exaggeration that one, but what I was feeling back then was close to this, ok?). Guilt took over for a little while – I told him that I could recommend some other book, that he didn’t have to read this just because of my constant hassling. He quickly dismissed it and I was more than happy to move on (What? I wasn’t going to give him another chance out. I gave him one; that shows how generous I am).
The journey has begun. It’s been weeks since that evening. And a lot of reading is being done. Every day after dinner, we curl up with the comforters and get lost in the land of books for hours together. He has read two books so far and is almost done with the third. I am beyond myself every time I see him impatiently wait for that time of the day when he gets to read. Every other night, for a while before falling asleep, we talk about Harry Potter. A discussion or two have already cropped up and I enjoyed listening to his insights on those occasions. And then there are his remarks, which are amusing in their own way –
“Albus is so careless!” “How can Albus not know this and that?” “I like Voldemort!” “I can identify most with Fred and George.” “Look, Sirius Black’s name has appeared for the first time” “But this wasn’t in the movie…” “Question – who/what/when/how/why…” (my response always being ‘read along and you will find out’), “Dobby is here” “Albus is so wise, there’re so many life lessons to learn from what he has to say” “If I were Quirrell and Voldemort shared my body, I would make him listen to meditation music and calm him down a bit. It would work, don’t you think?” etc.
Immense joy, this is it! A great amount of fun, this is it! Love, this is it!
A serene kind of darkness surrounds.
It’s the time when the sun, with his first rays, hasn’t yet set fire to the sea. It’s the time when everyone, in their peaceful state, is enjoying the last frames of their colorful dreams. It’s the time when the birds haven’t woken, yet, to ring the day with their happy tweets. It’s the time when joy and sorrow take a back seat at everyone’s mind, leaving it in a state of oblivion. It’s the time before dawn when the world is still enamored by the final silver rays of smiling moon.
A musical kind of silence surrounds.
It’s the time when one can hear the symphony of the humblest rustle of the autumn leaves. It’s the time when one can hear the hushed hymn of the twinkling stars. It’s the time when one can hear a melody as the dew drops come to life. It’s the time when one can hear the chime of the clock every passing second. It’s the time when one can hear the gentle breeze smoothly whisking away the mystical carpet of mist.
A sacred kind of love surrounds.
Amidst the darkness all around, I see on your face the expression of pure bliss, lost in the land of trance. For minutes together I stand there staring at you; I take it all in, for it brings my heart and mind more calm. Amidst the silence all around, I hear, so clearly, every thump in your chest, as I rest next to you. Your heartbeats, your breathing, creates a musical of its own, taking me to a more peaceful place. In those moments I experience an emotion so deep, so positively overwhelming, that I look at you with a newfound sort of love.
The last day we were in the small island off the mainland PR, we wanted to go snorkeling in the crystal clear waters. Unfortunately, we realized as we woke that morning that a storm was brewing. The partner got a little concerned and talked to various people about whether or not it was a good idea to carry on as planned. Some said that it would be ok since the storm was moving a totally different direction; some said they would think twice before venturing into the water. The mixed responses that we got were not to satisfactory, so, we promptly canceled the idea to go snorkeling as soon as the owner of the guiding company said it wasn’t advisable to go brave the ocean in such a situation.
Now we found ourselves with a good few hours in hand before it would be time for the Ferry’s scheduled departure. At once, we took a cab to get to the other side of the island since we hadn’t explored that part much the previous day. We decided we would walk around for a while before stopping by some local place for lunch, and then head to the terminal.
And merrily pace the quiet streets we did. There was no crowd, no noise to face. We went, hand in hand, here and there. The open courtyard of the Mayor’s office caught the partner’s fancy and we stepped in after asking the guard on duty for permission. She might have thought that we were interested in building itself, so she kept prompting us to the upper floor showing us a room where the Mayor’s office probably was. The partner politely thanked her and let her know that he was more fascinated by the beautiful tree that stood in the middle of the courtyard. And we stood there for quite some time taking it all in. As we got out of there, another guard was in conversation with the one that let us in. We thanked them for letting us take a peek, and told them that the tree standing tall over there was magnificent. Did those Spanish speaking folks understand what we communicated to them? I don’t know. Were they wondering why this crazy duo was so mesmerized by a tree that was for them was an everyday sight? I don’t know. It was fun, though.
After that, we rambled along more. Most of the shops were closed. It started drizzling a little right when we came across a café. It was open, so obviously we went in. While I ordered a coffee and was going through their book collection, the partner went out to the back and stood there positively charmed by the downpour. This feels just the way monsoon rains in India feels, he said as I took my place by him, leaning on his shoulder. We listened to the music of cloudburst. We saw the million cats at the café find and take shelter from the rainfall. I sipped on the bitter coffee as the partner struck a conversation with one of the owners. And right when we came in to sit and relax for a bit, the lady let us know that she was going to close the place for the day. With the drink in hand we were out again, this time under the bawling sky.
We treaded along the walls trying to keep ourselves under the roofs of the buildings. It a while before the canopy of black clouds up above moved away. And then, without the song of falling rain ringing in the air, all we heard was the gushing water that ran along every street trying to find its escape into the drains. Let’s make boats and set them to sail, flickered the partner’s brilliant mind. Without losing any time to discussion, we leaped into action. He cut pieces out of a big sheet of some tourist map we had and I made the boats.
We set the first one on water. It went away with rushing stream while we stood there watching. Within a minute or two, it was out of our sight. The next boat was made. And set to sail. This time, though, the partner said we should tag along with it before bidding it goodbye. So we did. As the boat sailed along the roadside river, we ran beside it. The tiny boat endured a few rough tracks on its path. Yet, it kept on sailing. And sailing. It went a few blocks before finding it’s resting place behind a truck’s huge tire. And that’s where we stopped too. We bent over, looked for it under the truck. It was nowhere in sight. We lingered nearby, glimpsing at every point around the truck to see if we could spot our boat. Alas, we couldn’t.
We had to let go and move on because we started getting unwanted stares. There were people on the streets clearly eyeing the madness of our actions. I don’t know if they knew that we were behind our precious boat or if they only saw two silly tourists running on the wet streets of their town and observing closely a lone parked truck. My bets are on the latter; I am pretty sure they found us / our activity peculiar, bordering on suspicious. It wouldn’t have been ideal to wait for them to understand the emotions behind our childlike behavior now, would it? Hence, so as to not give them any wrong ideas, we moved on with our faces beaming with joy.
Splendor. Silliness. Smiles. What’s not to love?