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Cat dreams

It as if it is not enough to strut and show his walk in style at home in the day time that Andrew, my cat decides to visit me in my dream.

The day was tough and the PhD looming large in my thoughts, I look to hit the sack as quickly as I reach home. Andrew, however meows seeking attention and demanding that he is taken out for a stroll. Once I open the door to the corridor, though, all he does is to flop on the floor and roll around and try his best to look cute!

Soon though, having impressed the onlookers of his handsomeness, he goes in search of some protein bites and likes to stroll the long corridors now emptied with the advent of the corona.

So, he struts his stuff,stops to check any opening, looks at the staircase as if he intends to ‘leave for Kashi’ for good but soon gallops home at the sound of any approaching footstep.

Safely inside, he watches carefully to see that the passersby are homed in their own spaces before coming out again to claim the corridors in the dead of the night,while simultaneously keeping an eye on my movements and intentions which he seems to read well in advance.

Now into his second year on the planet, Andrew is yet to meet his soulmate. Perhaps he doesnot know of such pleasures of living, which is to be blamed on the insensitivity of his family, who don’t let him out as he would wish to be.

A good friend of mine is very anxious of this gross injustice inflicted upon my boy and often suggests innovative and interesting match making events for the handsome cat that Andrew is.

Andrew though is quite the gentleman, mostly at least and I take pride is saying that he must take after his family.

Well, what I didnot expect Andrew to do is to ofcourse walk into my dream and not just mine, but my daughter’s as well on the same night, must be quite an attempt at manipulation by the young fellow. While I dreamt of saving Andrew from fire, my daughter dreamt of finding him at Mars, think of cats ruling us! really, I mean literally.

Anyways, as it looks to me that I will now have to get used to solitude again, Andrew should keep me in good company come day or come dreams!

Handsomeness incarnate- Andrew, cat

Watch your desires

‘Sometimes we need to be careful of what we ask for. Life gives you what you ask and so you have to be cautious about what you put out to the universe. ‘

My beloved friend was heart broken at the news of the loss of lives of his dear and near ones in his village. He was far away and could not do anything .

‘I do everything, Lekha’, he said his words aching with pain. ‘I reach out. I call every day and I support everyone but’… the words were washed out in agonised silence.

‘When the elderly at home are in pain, I can only watch from far. That is my tragedy.

You see, I have everything, I am reasonably rich, I have been successful. I have a beautiful family, yet I ache to go back and now it is near to impossible.

My children are of this land. They will never be able to adjust to my state or the ways of life there.

Its like a trap.

I come from a agrarian family. We have always had enough. Yet, once I saw an aunt who had returned from the States. It intrigued me so much that I went to inquire about studying abroad. When that did not materialize, I decided to move abroad for work and that is what I did.

Sometimes I think why it is important for all of us not to be successful. Some of us should be just ok. Ok enough to stay back with our parents. Ok enough to have no high flying ambitions to conquer the world.

At a time when there is a crisis, I can send them money, help, assistance but I cannot be present there in person.

This corona has stung me hard. It pains me everytime I think of it. What is the purpose of my achievements if I can not be of use to my parents in time of their need?

Know what you are asking for in life, Lekha. It is important otherwise you will end up feeling trapped in situations of your own making and will have no way to come out of it. ‘

My dear friend is an empath, he reaches out to all of his friends from school to college and even to their siblings and parents. He does not hesitate to help in kind when needed.

Yet, when he said these words, I realized how life has its own course to run. Another friend of mine, moved back to Chennai a few years ago, and she reasoned, ‘you know Lekha, we don’t get good tomatoes here and children’s education is better there’ . Really, I was surprised, never heard this being the reason for someone moving back to India before!

What would I tell my dear friend then who is in a dilemma, ‘relax and go about life and know that we all have the power to change anything anytime, really!. Trust your instincts’.

At times, I am offered options to move to Canada, USA and other places but seriously, all I want to do is to move closer home, yeah right back to where my parents are!

It is stressful, I agree and surely we can’t stand each other too long but may be I can put myself up at a safe yet close distance!!!

I watch their relief as I am around for a few months, the issues of internet, changing the password, going to the bank, looking up something on internet , the magic of google pay or just staying put and having dinner together. I see how much fumbling or fuming in fury is avoided in the comfort of a younger person. It is something I would not have noticed or thought about. Age does catch up and those who you thought were invincible are humbled by the advancement of years, to some extent at least.

Parents would never talk about it, but when you stay around you watch, you see and understand and probably want to give them the care they deserve.

This is my world. Yes, not everything is rosy here but it will not be so anywhere else as well.

Home is where your heart is.

Find joys around you. Live life as you wish in your place. Yes, it is not easy, but who ever said that life is a cake walk!

Bak, Bak talker makes friends

I met a beautiful couple today. Warm, gentle and very knowledgeable. I spent about 3 hours in their beautifully decorated, well kept home which is nothing short of a green haven. The fact that they spoke Malayalam and served jack fruit made me feel at home immediately.

The grand mom all of 94 years with the enthusiasm and vibe of a sixty year old, joined the conversation drawing from her experiences of a life time with a gentle smile.

The beautifully elegant lady of the house, sat me down and we discussed a few things. Later when her spouse joined us we continued to discuss life, energies, nature and what not.

I floated back home filled with warmth and wrapped in a soft cloud of love and the care exuded by the couple.

While at home though I wondered of how I hogged the conversation, with my miniscule knowledge and over the top enthusiasm….now how does one learn to talk a little less….

A thing to ponder and learn, conversations are better when the sharing is more or less equal. I do listen but my daughter is a better and dedicated listener. And I need to learn that.

But the evening will stay in my mind.

For someone who is too lazy to step out of the house, this was bonus, to just have good company, great conversation and come back with new friends.

Sort of reaffirms the need to step out of the home and say a hi and a hello…once in a while.

Meenu, the meemi -II, Enter Nandu

Meanwhile, in an apartment next to the lake, little Nandu logged into work at 8 am. To his friends, who asked him where he went everyday, he said proudly, ‘I go to work with mom’.

Radha smiled indulgently at her son, he was her first love, her worst enemy and also her best friend. In the years after her husband walked off, Radha had panicked initially but soon, set out to find herself a job. She found out a recruitment agency for cleaners and immediately joined. There was no time to waste. The boy was her lifeline. His future was her dream and her responsibility. Her mom did not press her to return to the village, with farm labour being harsh and low paid, it was better that she stayed in the city.

That decided it. Nandu faintly remembered his father and his parents’ arguments. Anyways, he liked Ramu uncle, he seemed to be a kind soul, better. It was difficult for him to love those who were harsh to his mom. With her big bindi, petit figure and curly hair, his mom was a beauty, he thought. He hugged her tight and dug his nose into her waist to inhale the faint santoor soap fragrance. ‘Amma’, he said simply.

Ramu had a small grocery shop and never hesitated to lend Radha and her son, the essentials, even when they did not have money. ‘I know, it is difficult, pay me back, when you get a job’. Radha said, ‘Thank you so much’. Ramu always gave Nandu a small toffee or two with a quiet smile on his face.

When his mom went from one apartment to the next with Deepa aunty to collect garbage, Nandu tagged along. He sat on the stairs and played with his toys. The car that went, vroom, vroom and then the bike, both were gifts from some aunt in the apartment. He liked it here.

When he first came, he saw many kids and had thought that he could play with them. But it did not happen. And Nandu realised why, when he was invited for a birthday party and was made to sit on floor. There after, he never tried to talk to kids out there. His friends were in the colony and that was enough.

Radha told her son ‘We are coming to work here. Don’t do any mischief. Don’t try to talk to everyone. If you study well, you can also live like them when you grow up. ‘ ‘Audhu, amma’, Nandu said . Life had given him more wisdom than what his age allowed.

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Nandu loved playing with his blue ball