Just Do It!Β 

Went to a public sector bank today. Some passbooks needed to be updated and a new one made as well. 

Sitting behind the counter was a young man. Newly married,  by the way other bank staff were coming to look at his shiny gold watch and pull his leg with some ribald jokes. It also happened to be his birthday 😊. 

He looked at me, partially shy and somewhat embarrassed. But he continued to do my work patiently, even as a queue formed behind me. I thought I’ll be called tomorrow for the new pass book. 😢

Finally after some rebooting of the system and a few false starts, the printer regurgitated all the updated passbooks and also the new one. πŸ˜ƒ

While waiting, I reached into my purse for the Mars Bar chocolate that I usually carry.

As he gave me my passbooks, I handed him the chocolate saying, “Happy Birthday!”

I didn’t know what his reaction would be, it just felt so right to make that connect!

His smile was priceless, after the initial look of surprise 😊

😁

#Happycustomer #😊 #people #life #goodness #bank #expresslife 

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Mothers… 😊

Just the simple ritual of hand-beaten coffee before the moms leave for Doon has an unusual sanctity…. We all wait for it…The tray is laden with their favourite snacks and mugs of coffee dispensed. They sip, we discuss myriad topics, their gentle presence adding to the serene atmosphere of the room where they have been room mates for a few days 😊… I admire them unabashedly.. Their beauty, their comfort with each other, their honesty and their strength…

And then they leave. Neat bags all zipped up, smart handbags well arranged with their daily needs, and off they go in a whiff of some floral perfume that they love!

Colours of FaithΒ 

This season sees a multitude of men and women undertake a journey by foot, walking hundreds of miles sometimes, to collect the pure water of the Ganges in Haridwar and take it back to their villages and towns to bathe their family deities with that water. 

They never keep their beautifully decorated water carriers on the ground. Good samiritans and the government provide rest stations with stands made in them where they place their pure water, rest, eat and carry on with their journey…. Sometimes alone and in small groups at other times… 

It’s a show of their faith and quite a few walk bare foot… 

It takes a Village…

Little Buda peeped from behind a broken wall, eyes alight with curiosity. When I looked up, he retreated behind the wall. After a few minutes of this game, I beckoned him to me. I was sitting on the roof of our homestay in Sikkim and sketching the vast and endless mountains visible from my perch. As he approached me I asked him if he would like to draw something. He nodded shyly and became excited when I gave him a sketch pad and pen. We both sat quietly, each lost in a private world, drawing and colouring. Later, he was called down by someone, who I presumed might be his mother. 

It was as we were leaving, that I found out that Buda’s mother had abandoned him and he was being brought up by the entire village. They made sure that he ate, went to school and had a home to come back to…

In our parting photograph with the family that we were staying with, Buda was on the hip of our hostess, smiling into the camera with glee 😊

Any woman can have a mother’s heart, you don’t have to be one to embrace another with that kind of love…
#sikkimdiaries

Sometimes…Β 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us us

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that we forget…. 

It Rained Last Night…

It rained last night. It put an end to days of uncomfortable heat and perspiration. It also brought a wave of gratitude and learning…. It was because of the earlier discomfort that this morning was feeling like a beautiful blessing…

My thoughts went out to those facing a drought, the farmers, villagers…Those longing for some respite, walking miles for just one bucket of potable water…

Pray that the clouds move fast and reach those who are forever looking at the sky, squinting against the sun… Hoping…praying… For rain