Since tomorrow is Saturday, and because I would not be working, I should be writing a very impressive post may be about making some insane apple, cinnamon, brown sugar, buttery, nutty, flaky, crumbly, yummy thing or some marmalade because I think I'm a real life chef. But then I remember I'm not! hahaha!!! Instead, I'm curled up in my bed, very much at my little bird house in Bombay, delightfully alone while most people I know are holidaying with friends and family.
Does anyone else also get bored of endless blogging and networking on FB? Sometimes I just want to chuck the laptop, take a walk around the block, go watch some puppet show, or may be go work in a flower shop arrange and smell flowers, or open a photo studio so I can see all that others refuse to see about human beings in this fast paced city life.
The past year has been a total whirlwind, it feels like practically everything has changed. It's all terribly exciting and nerve-wracking. I live alone and have become a workaholic. With more ideas, and dreams and in all sincerity, I am very lucky. But in all this hustle bustle come Christmas time and I start missing Delhi winters… my woolen clothes, the soft quilts, my mittens, and of days when you can't leave the house without a jacket, the cold breeze on your face and hair. Look at me, now when I am writing this, I have started to miss my childhood. As kids my big sister, and I smelled like pears. Mom had some pear-scented something that she would apply so our skin stayed soft and fragrant. It did the trick and in fact each time I look at those pictures it makes me want to pinch my own cheek. LOL! I can’t forget to mention about how funny I was with my sister. One day, we would be throwing pillows at each other's heads because she would have eaten a portion of my cake and then ‘bammm’, you grow up and can't live without each other.
But why am I saying all this…
I guess I have everything I want in life but, I still sense there is a big space still left to be filled. Is that the reason I am going down memory lane, or I am thinking of my home town, my days with my sister, mom, and the craft work we did together. I get interested to think of something and then am just as quickly on to the next thing… Even now, while I type this, I am also playing with my new telephoto-lens. But looks like my camera too has lost its ability to focus, as did my mind. I don't see exactly what is missing in this beautiful life and night so I would go and make some tea with ginger, cinnamon, and lemon grass. May be by then I would know what is missing… :)
There comes a time when you must stand alone and follow your own dreams. I do have a bit of exciting news that will have to wait till I can do it justice. Till then be well, be happy!
Monday went off well too. All tasks at work accomplished without any bullying or complaints from the project lead. I was about to leave for the day when my thoughts were interrupted by a telephone ring… its my Mom, I know… She is a woman with a big heart and a much bigger smile! That call was to let me know that my recipe for mint-cinnamon-ice tea was good. She actually finds a reason to call me everyday exactly at 5:45pm just to check if my day at work went well. You can't fool her, she is blessed with oodles of 'Mother Instinct'!!! I reached home calm and peaceful witnessing golden sunrays being slowly replaced by silver lunar beams. This transition brought with it a temporary restlessness to me more so because a friend was suppose to visit home that evening. I gave a quick glance to check if everything was in place... Cushions, floor mat, tea lights, the glasses... finally the door bell rang, he was there at 'my little bird house' [no don't get surprised I don't live in a tree house, this is what the small wooden board outside my apartment says] Amidst all the liveliness, and distractions an hour passed too soon than I could imagine and he left. Quite a beautiful relaxed evening! 
Tuesday, it was my nephew Aditya's 10th birthday! He is far far away in terms of geography but still closer than I can imagine. He lives in my heart, his cute demands and mechanisms to melt my heart blossomed numerable thoughts. It would be still night for him, so mentally I wished all good things and got back to the series of mundane morning activities. It was like any other day with office friends, project discussions, assignments, presentations. After work the plan was to go for a movie '2012' but that somehow got cancelled and so I went for my 30-min of slow running at the nearby park. While running I made up my mind to take up a certification course in Paragliding at Kamshet (45kms from Pune) with Avi, an ex-air force fighter pilot who runs 'Temple Pilots' in sync with his wife Anita. One of my favorite song 'I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky...' seems to be manifesting. I was extremely excited so, this time that reflected in what I had for dinner... some yummy homemade chaat paapdi with fresh watermelon juice! :) 
It's Wednesday today and here I am standing by the window. 
A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter, I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover. 
What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you... just you. 
