Momspiration πŸ’•

#momspiration

One of the perks of living alone, my mom says, is finding things where you left them.

Now, after decades, I can understand why this meant so much to her. Nothing is more frustrating than reaching into a drawer when you are all set to cut something and find the scissors missing 🀬

She does things her way and very few things get broken by her hands.

I don’t have ‘Butter fingers’, she says, unlike me, she means πŸ˜”.

I check out my hands, they seem pretty capable to me, but my eyes also don’t miss the ‘feviqik’ marks on many of her old curios, because of me.

She discards very little, especially if these are gifts from her children or grandchildren.

Then, there’s the question of questioning everything.

The ‘whys’ are unending, especially when related to technology. Earlier, she could not keep up with the string of ‘whys’ her children subjected her to, now I feel inadequate. She cannot understand this fast-changing world and she couldn’t care less.

Getting her on the ‘WhatsApp’ was a victory. Deciphering her, ‘nopunctuationnofullstopnocapitalletter’ message is a major defeat on some days 😊

I received a Friend request from mom on Facebook. I was shocked. But I also knew that one of her grandkids was visiting, fuelling her on to take the FB plunge! I sent her a gushing welcome note full of enthusiasm… I still haven’t heard from her. It’s been two years.πŸ˜”

“How do you find so much time? β€œ
β€œDon’t you have anything to do?”

Are some of her FAQ’s when we meet.

The final one is,

“Do you have nothing else to write about?” after reading yet another article in which she is the protagonist 😁!

#mom #memories #maza #πŸ’•UMOM

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Life… Learning and Loving

Mom was unwell some months back…She had to be rushed to the emergency room… As she lay there on the hospital bed, a tangle of IV lines fed her body with a concoction of life-saving medicines… I spent hours by her bedside, taking turns with other family members in rotation.

Sitting alone with time to spare, I started sketching the complex IV pole and the various bags of medicines that hung from it…

The highly skilled and professional nurse came along and peeped over my shoulder, her curiosity piqued at seeing what I was drawing…We had a conversation… Below are the images of what transpired and what took me completely by surprise as I opened the unexpected courier she sent me months later… πŸ’•
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I realised that no matter where one is, it is important to stay true to oneself and ones observation of happenings around … Our perspective can give someone else a new way of seeing… πŸ™πŸ˜Š

#LifeLessons #artmatters #heartmatters #journaljourney #travelogues #asketchaday

Life Lessons from Yoga

“Surya Namaskar kijiye, ” my yoga guru tells me with all calmness.

He has no clue about the turmoil within me.

“Aap hamesha karwate hain, kabhi routine change bhi kar diya karen.” I reply, a trifle petulantly, ruing the repetitive nature of the yoga postures.

He explains to me patiently, the postures are the same, what you bring to it changes everyday.

Routine makes you realise what is going on inside you. Today, if you are impatient, the first thing that will change is your sincerity to your task. Be aware of that.

By changing your routine constantly you are looking for easy excitement whereas by sticking to a routine that you have done a hundred times, you are bringing a new concentration to what your mind thinks it knows by heart…. And therein will lie your true growth, concentration, equilibrium, stability and patience.

Every day is new, you are new with every day, don’t take that so lightly.

“Ab Surya Namaskar kijiye….”

😊!

#lifelessons

The Gift of Memory πŸ’•

A parakeet amongst the Croton plant 😁
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A thoughtful gift by a friend brings back a memory of the time when a parrot walked into our home with an injured wing.

We nursed it to health, my mom and I. It made our Croton plant its home and as it got better it started chirping from somewhere within the colorful foliage in our living room 😊. It was a delightful song he sang and a blessed sight to spot it, content amongst the giant Croton plant.

Then one day, when he was healthy enough, he took wing, taking a bit of our heart with it and leaving behind a residue of chillies and fruits inside the pot that was his home for some months. 😁

Hope you lived a good life visitor bird. And remembered us with the same fondness, as we do you … ❣️

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 

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…