Tell Me…😊

Is it only me
Or
Do you wait too
For the hook
Of a new book
To sink into you
And grab
Your heart
And mind
And
Take you
To an unknown world
You always wanted
To find…?

Or else
You might wander
And
Another book ponder
Leaving the first
Unread
Half its words
Unshed
Like clouds that form
But
Do not rain
Even though you wait
In vain…?

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Walk Tall!

My mother placed a copy of Alex Haleys, ‘Roots’ on top of my head and followed it with ‘Gone With the Wind’ by Margaret Mitchell… Together they must’ve weighed about half a kilo.

I was around thirteen that time.

She knew that I loved to read, but this was a novel way to add to my repertoire of books, even for her, who had a very active and naughty imagination 😊!

“Walk,” she instructed.

Immediately I straightened up, balancing the precarious load on my head like a village lady with a ‘matka’ on her head.

Two steps, and the books tumbled around me. I scrambled to gather them, all she told me was that I had to keep doing this till I could walk around the house without so much as a quiver. At thirteen, these instructions don’t go down well, but she never relented.

I noticed my posture changing within days. I stood taller, my neck and head were aligned perfectly, my hands didn’t swing in an agitated manner and my back was straight. The books stayed on longer πŸ˜‚

I calmed down too, as I became more aware of my body and posture.

“That’s so much better… ” was all she said as she saw me stroll around our home with my load much reduced now, with just a thin volume of Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’, resting daintily on my head ☺️.

“If you walk tall, it takes away more years off you, than any anti-aging cream.”

At thirteen, age is not even a concept, leave alone, anti-aging. 😁

I remember her words now. How right she was! How we carry ourselves is pertinent to how energetic and youthful we look.

Whenever I slouch, I can picture her in my minds eye, one eyebrow raised questioningly 😊

“Can’t carry your own weight??”

And I straighten up. Gratitude fills my heart for the way she imparted her wisdom to me.

She also enrolled me in a ‘Personal Grooming’ class around the same time.

“Don’t be a slob, remember, you cannot see yourself, others can!”

Ah Mom! I don’t know how you did it, but you did a darned good job if I still remember your instructions, decades later!!

Life is a Many Splendored Thing!

I woke up to the sound of birds. The sky was still grey but a rosy tint was forming around the eastern horizon.

Time to move out, I told myself before a second wave of sleep caught me.

Within ten minutes, I was on the road, Bob, my pug, by my side. I decided to cycle… Roads at this hour are beautifully bereft of traffic.

Birdsong enveloped me from all sides. All my senses were on high alert. I deposited Bobbie with his walker and cycled off slowly. I cycle for pleasure. It’s a process of observing nature, the road, the mechanics of the body, so flawless in its balance, the machine, so well-designed, just a gentle purr of the chain as the pedals move…

The morning air is cool, welcoming and fresh. It wont be so, even half an hour from now.

And then I stop. Like me, my favourite bird is also stunned by the colours of morning… I capture it in its regal stance as we both observe what lies in front of us… It’s beauty beyond limits…

This is why I keep my walking shoes by my bedside, no excuses.

For in walking just like in painting… An intention is not good enough, execution, is. 😊

#keepitsimple #celebratelife #morningwalkmagic

Call Me By Your Name… Book Review.. Andre Aciman

It felt like a friend walked away today… Someone witty and intelligent, someone who had a way with words and wizardry to turn sentences into little works of art that I was tempted to underline, read again and note in my journal for safe-keeping, maybe, frame them at some point 😊.

I will remember this book. I will remember it for the story, for the places it took me to, for the languid mornings and unhurried afternoons, for sunlight strewn gardens, wine and the conversations… And Rome and roaming.

I will also remember it for the thrill that first love brings along with the excitement and the ache. I will remember it for the poignant intimacy that the author managed to generate between his protagonists, Elio and Oliver.

‘Call me by Your Name’ intrigued me as a book title. I mulled over it and thought about it, it was just so beautiful… In what sort of a relationship does one demand this from someone, I wondered? After reading the book I understood it.

I didn’t want this book to end and yet I couldn’t wait to turn the pages…