- I was unkowinglingly reckless this weekend, misplacing my house keys (nothing new, I am searching for things ALL the time but generally don’t lose them. This time my desperation grew as it felt and sensed like a loss.) and putting our only hard drive at risk. They were not intentional mistakes; still one has to live with the consequences, isn’t it? I don’t know the status of our hard drive but Hari found the house keys right under the passenger car seat. Oh what relief!
- Remember I told you about the daily habits we came up with for Ram? One of which was daily morning prayer. The child barely knows any slokams but he goes to the altar with freshly plucked jasmine or roses, discards the wilted ones, does a little bow before moving on to other tasks. My morning cup of joy..!
- Hari did well in the cricket tournament this past weekend. He took a wicket a match, scored his highest in batting, and did well on fielding. It made me happy that the child had something to feel good about because the team has been on a losing streak.
- Da, Hari and Ram were away this weekend for the said trip. The house felt empty. But appa, amma and I had our share of little moments shopping, gardening and celebrating Janmashtami. This is my first festival celebrating with them after 17 years.
- Homemade bakshanam – thattai, seedai, rava urudai – enough said!
- Reading John Mccain’s farewell letter and eulogies. To think of his country and countrymen in his deathbed, and when he is suffering, that’s something, isn’t it? Gives me the goosebumps every time I think of it. A big salute and thank you to the hero.
- I am living in two worlds. My own and the other being Adichie’s Ifemelu’s. I am sneaking in a chapter here, a chapter there, 5 mins now, 20 mins later; I am not able to put it down, but I am not able to read it in one prolonged sitting either – life sure comes in the way of reading! What a treat it is to read some fine storytelling!
As I was thinking about my little moments for this week, it occurred to me that all these posts sound the same with little variation, isn’t it? Do you get tired of it as readers?