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148: It’s Sunyay Today

28 May

I woke up at an unusual 6:30am thanks to a prickly bladder that wouldn’t relent till I got myself to the bathroom. There was no point in drifting back to sleep because while sleep-walking to the bathroom, I happened to get a glimpse of the weather through my door; and let’s just say it was too good to pass over sleeping in an air-conditioned room. Today morning feels like a beautiful Sunday morning in Bangalore. Despite all the changes that have happened to my home city, I still continue using it as a yardstick wherever I go. It’s true when whoever it was said that Bangaloreans are spoilt people. I haven’t found a single person who doesn’t use the (unfairly) high standards of Bangalore’s weather as a comparison. But then we’ve got to do what we’ve got to do, no?

Thinking I’d get a round of laundry done while my piping hot tea reached a more drinkable temperature, I found said laundry already done, except I don’t remember when I did it in the first place. It made me feel both stupid and productive. I’m now on my third batch, and also tuned into a Sunday morning playlist on YouTube, and thoroughly enjoying this morning as it is. The only thing that has been nagging me is the sudden demise of most of my plants who have, I presume, been attacked by pests. What was one a bunch of lively, green, beautifully healthy plants is now an arid bunch of brown stems with all those gorgeous leaves dead and gone.

Given that I will be travelling, I am feeling apprehensive about this outbreak that has made my garden look ghostly. I’m standing on the precipice of giving into these feelings of sadness and helplessness versus giving my babies time to fight and make a comeback. It’s a difficult experience – to stand by and not intervene versus throwing myself into this pit of disease and darkness that has taken away all the hard work I’d put in to see my plants become what they once were. :( Do pray for my plants, will you? It is disheartening to see them perish and become lifeless.

I do also have to head in to work for a bit today, because a teacher’s life is never hers alone.

Having said that, I’ll take your leave and think about breakfast while I let this affliction nag me till I can figure a way out. You have a lovely Sunday. :)


101: Summery Sights

11 Apr

where the grass remains dewy, soft, poky, yet accommodating

where the sky hypnotizes you into exhausted surrender

where birds frolic, trees dress up, and animals gather

where we’re all one, under this scorching scorching sun.

63: Petrichor Therapy

4 Mar

Yesterday when I was on a walk, all my senses kept telling me was spring, I cannot take my eyes off you. The season turned sometime before I left for Bangalore, which was immediately picked up by our bodies. Our feet thirstily sought the respite of an open space in the quilt, which just a couple of days back were vehemently sealed from external intrusions by the cold. Sometime during the night, hot sweats made us push our blankets away, all when asleep. It didn’t feel necessary to seek the comfort of direct sunshine anymore. Our throats sponged cooler water more easily than warm water. Looking at ginger was off putting when tea time arrived. The cushioning of hearty wintry meals now felt heavier on our tummies. The changes were almost overnight, but so very subtle. Spring had made her grand entry, and we were all waiting.

The weather is fabulous as we speak. There’s a cool freshness in the air; everything around me is new, green, resplendent, and awake. Winter flowers and vegetables, while will be dearly missed, have made way for the months that lie ahead. They say the sun is significantly harsher during wintertime, but it feels otherwise now. The squirrels and birds around me now wait for that heady mix of shade, sun, warmth, and coolness to stretch out and relax. It’s in the air, it’s all around me, and my senses cannot have enough of this magic that’s spreading its sparkle within and beyond its reach.

I wait for the sun to travel further along its daily course, as it gets milder, softer, less prickly and overbearing. I wait, sometimes patiently, sometimes impatiently. Petrichor in part, is the fluid that traverses the veins of Gods, the Greeks say. And so the wait to indulge in its fullness, its richness, its vibrancy and depth, is hardly easy. When the sun’s out of the way, my water bucket’s full and with it, begins my (almost) daily ritual – watering my plants. The tranquillity, this meditation of sorts, is intoxicating as my surroundings brim with the experience I was thirsty for, waiting for.



This moment, this time with my very crazy and moody babies is mine, and mine alone. There’s giving, taking, responding, and immense fulfilment. Sometimes I talk back. Sometimes I just sit and watch.

But mostly I’m just thankful.

There’s no better elixir than magic coursing through your being like it belongs there by default. :)