Monday, December 14, 2015

A good day

I have spent the past few months (ever since Diwali actually) hating the weather and the pollution. It has turned me a little bitter towards Gurgaon overall. But yesterday, oh yesterday the weather redeemed itself (lol).
Beautiful skies, sun, clear crisp early winter air. A perfect day for picnic. Tanmay was so happy with the “picmic”. Its really cute watching him learn to talk. He isn’t the most talkative toddler but kind of makes it up with his cuteness. Inadvertently all of us have started speaking like him.
And although my resolve to turn into some kind of cooking goddess hasn’t really materialized in the way I wanted, I have improved quite a bit. Managed to make pickles, yay !! The old me would have posted pictures but I am just too lazy to do so. So believe me when I say I did it.
I know things are about to change soon. For all of us. I cant imagine how the chemistry will be. But I pray to God that things go well.

Amen.

4 comments:

Abhijit Bhave said...

Amen :)

ravi said...

I believe you, Madhu :)

Human said...

loved the write up..

Human said...

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http://diary544176.blogspot.ae/2016/08/diary-chap-1-present.html


Chap 1: The Present…

I don't know what to do with me life...

Should I also get into the queue with other madmen in the chase of endless wealth? Or run away to some unknown mountain like some sufi saint or sage in the search of redemption? Or just end my life and finish this restless drama of this countless breathing?

Whatever... but i will not leave before writing down the story of my life. Whats so special in my life to pen down? I don't know...

May be it will hit the chord with some other soul reading it, people with same frequency people (as she used to call them...)

or may be I want to memorialize her in my words. Or while writing, may be, Ill get to live that life once again, at least in my thoughts.

Here I am, sitting in a dark room with just a lamp illuminating the pages of my diary.
While I try to kill the hours of my life by burning my lungs with the smoke of cigarettes, I close my eyes thinking about, what went wrong.

\Was it my destiny, my fate, my foolishness or just a prank by God?

Today as I look back at the journey of my life, all that I can remember is… those years!!! The years full of life. Moments filled with music, dance, dreams and lots of dreams… and … Those eyes… the eyes which had every possible expression …

The eyes which took its last breath staring back at me... asking for answers (which I never had)… The only heart in the galaxy who actually loved me genuinely and that love caused her death…