Some Work and A Little Play

Desert

This month has probably been my poorest WP performance! Most of the times I manage to be a silent stalker, but this time there were days when I even forgot to open my blog. Things have been rolling from the start of the year – oh so many things on every front šŸ™‚ Personal, Work, Travel, Food!

I have been enjoying every minute of it, even though there are times when I am barely catching my breath and processing things around me.

D was out of the country for a couple of months and is back now – I am finally close to understanding 0.1% part of what being married means. Only a few more years till I get to 2% I think! We managed a flash trip to Dubai which was pretty cool – Burj Khalifa, Desert Safari, Madinath Jumeirah, Ibn e Batuta Mall and a lovely date night by the beach at Jumeirah Beach Residence (JBR)Ā being the highlights (hope you enjoy the photographs)

Burj Khalifa

We came back only to be hustled off to weekend family getaways and a visit to my hometown – Ahmedabad before it melts off in the sweltering heat. I thought it would beĀ a different experience visiting them with him after the wedding – it wasn’t. I just had to fight hard for my share of pampering with him around to steal my parents’ attention šŸ˜€

Madinath Jumeirah

Work wise, I think I am finally in a place where I am finally confident aboutĀ exploring my capacity and take on newer things. I hope things go the way they have been rolling šŸ™‚ But before I free fall into my work in the coming year, I am off on a much-anticipated long vacation!

Madinath Jumeirah 1

France… Here we come!! šŸ™‚ A little over two weeks in French paradise …. covering parts alongĀ CoteĀ d’azur, Alsace and Paris! We will be in Paris for Easter before heading back home. I am looking forward to the blooming spring, cozy homestays, pretty streets and of course, the wine! Add the cheese and chocolates to the bag and I might just discover the true purpose of my life šŸ˜€ Red nose and a few more extra pounds around my waist is a small price to pay!

I will try to keep up with posts as and when I get WiFi šŸ™‚ The next two weeks will be a different source of inspiration I hope.

Meanwhile, please give any suggestions, recommendations around tours, restaurants, day trips or sights. We have a very flexible itinerary …. Rolling where our hearts and maps take us šŸ™‚

Memory Lane

BackĀ in the old city

DownĀ the memory lanes

TreadingĀ the frozen times of yesterday

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Remembering our dances in rain

I can almost feel the touchĀ of your hands.

AndĀ smell the lost scents of your laughs.

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What dissolved those moments of love?

When did one shadow abandon the other?

Why did the sands have a single set of footprints?

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No vows of staying close.

No conditions to walk together.

No binds to name the relationship.

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Yet cold winters later

These glorious summer storms,

Find your name as a sighĀ on my lips.


Memories are funny, indeed.

Stifled

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Ever felt so stifled by a life jacket?

That the one thing keeping you afloat,

is also the hand choking you.

It compresses your lungs, on and on,

until you cannot scream or draw in a breath.

Your hands itch to scratch and tear free

the suffocating grasp of the jacket.

You are ready to chance drowning

just to take one fervent gulp of pure air.

Darkness and silence of the void beckons more

than the ringing of your conscience,

than the shine of the blinding sun,

than the last fire of burning lungs.

Am I a Baby Fan?

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I am not quite sure about the amount of hate I may generate with this post – but let me get it out anyway.

I am not a fan of babies. I have never been a baby person. I have never gone “Awww… So cute” when I saw a baby except a few that I really thought were cute (Those few I can count on the fingers of one hand and still have fingers to dip in the jar of Nutella to lick). I am that person who can simply ignore when a baby is being too cute and vying for attention.

I am also not mean or cruel or cold. It’s just that the attraction of a baby never reached me fully. I am more likely to be attracted by a GIF of a chocolate fondant cake than the hundred pictures of a baby. I am in that age-group where some people have started having babies or the baby-talk has entered their life. At this point, I am not sure what I can add to the talk. Neither do I know much about babies, or am interested in their activities or have any inclination to have one in the near future. (Near… Far… That will take another 10000 words to express)

My friend took it upon herself to melt my heart and bombarded me with the cutest baby photographs and GIFs. I admit, there were some really adorable ones that did squirm into the corner of my heart. But the one that caught my eye had a puppy in it and then I was lost. I spent the next one hour looking up videos of puppies playing with babies then progressed to puppies playing with other puppies and finally to puppies playing with kittens.

When I meet a baby, I cannot fawn over him or her! I just cannot. I will play (those feet are so cuddly!) and smile (those gurgling noises are cute!) and make faces (those laughs and shiny eyes!). But they don’t really become a part of my universe. It just does not happen.

I think it is fine. I know I make a cool aunt… the babies who became pre-schoolers and young adults will vouch for it. I have also been awarded the favourite aunt by three of them. Not too bad eh, for someone who is not a baby fan?

Written for Daily Post Prompt Baby

Flame #writephoto

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Late afternoons often found her sitting alone, still and straight. Her mind would travel years back in time, when the house was full of children’s laughs and echoing footfalls. In a flash, hours and days had molded into long years of cooking dinners, attending PTA meetings and finishing yet another load of laundry.

Now the house sat quiet, reminiscing of aĀ din long gone. The children had moved out and her husband was indulging yet another hobby. One evening, a sliver of sunshine happened to escape the curtain’s stern guard. Through the dance of dust mites, she happened upon her reflection. Her eyes and her face told stories of the years gone by and the errands they had seen through.

There were no stories of her own. There was not even a hint of the flame that once shone bright in her eyes; it was extinguished long ago.

A muted glint from a hidden corner caught her attention – somehow her old ghungru* had managed to dapple in the last light of the setting sun. It had been so long she had seen them – she had almost forgotten how they felt tied at her ankles. With trembling fingers she handled them delicately, more precious than any gem in the world.

What if….? Dare she even dream…?

The next afternoon saw her tentatively clearing a space and dusting out her old dancing clothes. As her feet slowly became accustomed to the once-familiar weight of her ghungru,Ā the years melted away and she fell into a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. On days when she was not at dance school, the curtains were firmly drawn back as she conducted personal concerts under the sunny spotlight.

She was not a daughter, a wife or a mother then. She was a dancer. She was an artist. She was her chosen form. She was blowing at the cool embers, re-kindling a fire that had almost blown out. It was never too late to sparkĀ it back!


Written for Sue’s prompt – Flame. I took it as a metaphor and ran away with it! Hope that is okay…

*Ghungru:Ā is one of many small metallic bells strung together to form Ghungrus, a musical anklet tied to the feet of classical Indian dancers.

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