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Run in Haste, Repent at Leisure
As I came to my senses, the first thing that crossed my mind was, “Breakfast!!!”
Those who choose ‘Breakfast Complimentary’ while booking a hotel, know what I mean 😊.
With the threat of a deadline looming large and the vivid images of empty buffet tables, I rushed to the food zone, grabbing only my room key, a shawl and slippers. I could bring my tray up and then become presentable, I reasoned. How wrong was I!
As the lift opened into the lobby, every chair was taken by neatly turned out senior citizens, waiting to check out.
All eyes turned to the elevator by way of entertainment… And boy… Did they get some! There they sat, in their Khaki and Blues, moccasins and berets, a casual jacket hanging on the chair…. And here I was, PJ’s and Kholapuris, checkered shawl and odd shirt, hair tied into a hasty Bun, that was still crackling with an odd static that had energised it since my landing. All stray hair were defying gravity and pointing heavenward. 😁
Quizzical looks were being shared between cool pastel eyes, aquamarine looked at sea green and hazel at powder blue. They must have wondered if an ‘Emergency Evacuation’ button had been pressed that their hearing-aids had failed to detect.
I mustered the courage and stepped out, a bright smile plastered on my face. I picked up the last remaining tray, placed the last remaining banana on it. I made a gooey oatmeal concoction and a cocktail of all remaining cereals. I also picked up two yogurts instead of one, just to show them!
As I turned to wait for the lift, that obviously took forever to come, I could again feel my back being pierced by sundry pastel eyes. I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders whilst tightening my grip on the tray, after all, having it fall here would be the final nail on my proverbial, ‘dignity coffin’!
The elevator pinged. I readied myself to step in with as much grace as possible …but couldn’t.
There was a lift load more, waiting to disembark 🙄. I moved to the side and was once again the recipient of some amused appraisal.
Finally, I reached my room with my breakfast safe and wholesome and my dignity in tatters!
I peeped from my window to see their coach arrive. As they waddled out in single file, a line crossed my mind…
“What you think is your greatest embarrassment is but a momentary entertainment for another… “
That gave me some hope and a new resolve…
To never sleep in mismatched clothes again! 😀😂
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. 😃
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 😊
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The Open Album
I have a sepia tinted photograph of myself as a little baby sitting on my mother`s lap. It is stuck on the inside wall of my cupboard, its edges curling with the burden of the many decades that it has witnessed. It is the first thing I see when I open my cupboard to select my outfit for the day. I peer into the baby’s face to observe if it has any resemblance to the woman that it has now become. Similarly, I look into my young mothers beautiful face to capture what she has carried forward from her youth. The emotion that fills my heart is quite powerful. It is a mix of nostalgia, gratitude and love. The photograph reasserts to me how many years my mother nourished my body and soul and made me the person I am. It is not something that should ever be forgotten. The presence of the photograph in my cupboard helps me reprioritises my goals in life. It shows me the relentless motion of time and what all it changes in its wake. It also teaches me patience…patience to hold my tongue when my mother slows her speech to choose the right word. Wisdom to tame my impatient hands as she works at her pace to finish a job…My mind becomes clearer, as I mull over what to wear..
Alongside this photograph is one of my fathers, who, in passing away in his forties, remained frozen in all the vitality of youth, smiling his beautiful smile, he looks at me benevolently. I remember so many things about him because of that one photograph. His absence feels less stark, his face not a hazy memory but a clear picture. I remember his love for me and meticulous dressing, his penchant for always being on time, his love for a good joke and a hearty laugh…in his own silent way he still guides me..
The others who form this open album on the side of my cupboard are my immediate and extended family. In looking at their photos I remember to thank God for their presence in my life. I smile at the monkey face my son used to enjoy making and the certain angle my daughter always prefers when being clicked….the photograph of my brothers with their arms protectively around me shows me that the most precious thing in my cupboard is also the most intangible….
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