What happens on rainy days other than rains… 😉 smells do. Keep your window open, sit by it, switch off the fan, feel the chill and then it starts hitting you slowly ..
…. I felt like garlic first, all of a sudden, I wasn’t cooking or anywhere near a kitchen or a plate of food, but I smell like garlic, one of my favourite things to cook with but smelling like one😫😥 I sniff my fingers.. They dont smell like garlic, I go about sniffing the air, stopped work and ventured out of my chair, it took me to the window…
… Then there was soap … Sandal wood/chandrika… Somebody downstairs was cooking and another somebody is bathing..
… Now I feel like ginger-garlic & garam masala …
Noon it is, lazy Saturday, the rains refuse to stop, chilly winds rushes in, I’m huddled in my hoodie reading blog posts, got to a foodie blog, hopping from achari aloo to Shaun the sheep to mango cupcakes to combodian chicken …
…A myna fully drenched flew in to the sil. The moment I begin to zoom in with the phone, it flies away! Darker it looks in its drench, more brown more yellow…
…. Another smell distracts me.. Let me guess, incense .. ☺
What happens on rainy days other than rains… 😉 smells do. Keep your window open, sit by it, switch off the fan, feel the chill and then it starts hitting you slowly ..
…. I felt like garlic first, all of a sudden, I wasn’t cooking or anywhere near a kitchen or a plate of food, but I smell like garlic, one of my favourite things to cook with but smelling like one😫😥 I sniff my fingers.. They dont smell like garlic, I go about sniffing the air, stopped work and ventured out of my chair, it took me to the window…
… Then there was soap … Sandal wood/chandrika… Somebody downstairs was cooking and another somebody is bathing..
… Now I feel like ginger-garlic & garam masala …
Noon it is, lazy Saturday, the rains refuse to stop, chilly winds rushes in, I’m huddled in my hoodie reading blog…
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I unlocked the door, threw my backpack to a side and hit the sack. I did not even bother to change the bed sheets or the pillow covers or mop the floor. The tiredness of the journey put me to sleep instantly and I woke up rested a few hours later..
It was then that all of it came into focus…… a ray of light, some browinian motion ……as if under a microscope, the layers of dust of a week sprang up to fill every inch of my room.. on the floor, over the table cloth, on the window sill, near the bed stand, over the stack of books, on my speakers… One tap to the curtains and it would emit a load of dust, I was sure..
How we take things for granted! How I took something as insignificant and daily as dust for granted for instance… I could and afford to because dust does not affect me in ways it affects some people’s nose, lungs and trachea, creating wheezing troubles and asthma or minor sneezing allergy bouts that can stall and interrupt our activities for a while. Makes me go in search for the other trivialities and trinkets taken for granted as well… that go unsung, that go unnoticed until yes, they start behaving differently! and we realize they exist!
On some days, I go mad about taking pictures. And then there are few people I send them to, then it gets to the blog and insta… Some days are like that! On other days there are always pictures but not this berserk-y 😎
And a plate of prawns …
How I like my eggs between my slices of bread with some slices of cheese … 🙂 #anytimesnack
The age old wisdom goes, if you sleep laughing you will wake up with happier thoughts, and I’m sure most of sane India & Indians slept heartily after googling peacock sex and laughing uncontrollably thinking about the celibate peacock, and woke up to excellent Thursdays this morning ..
That’s a chocolate pound cake laced with some melted dark chocolate to add to the breakfast happiness.
In malayalam we say, orthorthu chirikuka..(that old joke that brings on a smile…) That is my avastha (state of being), I’m tearing up laughing, thinking of the peacock tears! Pun intended!
I don’t think the 4 of us slept well that night, we tossed and turned in our beds discussing our plan in the dark. We were up at the crack of dawn and were walking out of the house through one of the side doors to the garden towards my mango tree in our pyjamas with our caretakers. All I can remember of the rest of the day is being woken up by my grandmother. She stood towering above the 8 of us, she seemed to be scolding us, a deep frown was pasted on her forehead! I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying, my eyes refused to open, my ears refused to listen.. What none of us realized is we had fallen asleep under my mango tree with sticks in hand between the wait to catch the mango thief My maternal house is situated in the midst of fields and a lake. It is a small town in the adjacent district. For somebody like me born and brought up in a port city, summer vacations were mainly running wild in the fields, sleeping in the shade of tamarind trees, reading books perched upon the branches of the cashew trees that stretched sideways, climbing guaves trees with packets of chilli powder and salt.. and overseeing the rice and coconut harvest alongside my grandfather and his retinue. This is about a time during those days before my grandfather’s untimely death when I was still in primary school. During the first day of summer vacations, he used to assign a tree each of each fruit to each one of the four cousins. Since mango was the prominent among the fruits, we were assigned mango trees We did not sleep that afternoon, but were on the watch out for the mango thieves. Four of us, two of us were in class 3, the younger ones were in LKG. I almost forgot to mention, each one of us had a caretaker.. after we returned home for the day in the evening we hatched a plan to wake up early the next morning and keep a watch over the mango tree to catch the thief.
My mango tree stood in a corner of the garden that lay farthest from the main house! One day, as we were surveying our trees before the four of us began our siesta, we realized that somebody was stealing mangoes from my tree. My mangoes were the ones that were small in size, green in colour but ripe from the inside and really sweet. It was never cut into slices. It was meant to be had as is, using the skin of the mango as the cup.
