Friday, August 19, 2016

Thank You, Cousin-friends

Friday evening the excitement was sky high,  
In the Amtrak, I saw wonderful scenes whiz by, 
But more I looked forward to the hugs awaiting me home, 
A long time in the coming, this visit so rejuvenating, 
The smiles of welcome, the breeze shooting, 
The smells and taste of pav bhaji, 
The more delicious conversing,  
The sibling teasing witnessing, 
The cozy relaxing, 
The late morning awakening, 
The tea in the mug, I'd never thought I would do,
The dances, the walk, the phone call, so much to look back to, 
The lunch, the evening carnival outing, 
The suitcase and swimsuit!, the swimsuit! buying!
The Hibachi dinner, the fire, the chef's verve, 
Poor unwell M..v, but then the reviving  icecream scoop, 
The beach and pizza the next day, 
My conventional attitudes fell to your rational say, 
The cold water, the warm summer rays, 
The ball game, the swing, the ice-cream again, 
The drive through town, the library's riches, 
The grilled dinner, the movie, serial, fulfilling all my wishes,
The care with milk and sugar for my tea,
The non existent parade, the American Diner Coffee, 
The Chole Bature, the fun kid games, the story weaver, 
The pizza, the sheer lazy day, the beauty of nature, 
The next day a gossip session, but more the warmth of cousins, friends, 
So many mementos, each moment a treasure, 
Of beautiful memories of overwhelming pleasure.

- Wtitten on 1 June 2016.
-Sometimes when I am feeling low,  I need a reminder, 
That I am blessed with much, family and friends who make my life so much better, 
I get this all without doing anything, 
It make life worth 'truly living'. 

Thank YOU,  cousin-friends :) 

Thank you, Friend

[28/05 5:14 am] Anusha Ramanathan: 

Oh what fun I had with the 4 of you, 
The banter, the chatter, the caringly carefree attitude, 
The fact that you waited an hour and more, 
As immigration processed frustratingly slow, 
The fact that you drove out at all, 
The fact that you took time to become my shop girl on call, 
The fact that you made rotis at 12,
That Sudarshan waited past sleep time to welcome and help, 
The fact that my lazy morning breakfast was work you brushed past, 
The fact that whatever I wished for, I immediately got, 
The tea, awesome, the ice cream welcome, 
The magic of the washer-drier I cannot yet overcome, 
The playground interior so amazing, 
The Amazon and Apple stories, the many moments of laughing, 
The kids' puzzles, the effort they made, 
The shyness they quickly overcame, 
The cuddles they gave, the warmth still lingers, 
The "bumpy" road ride, the "car wash" criers, 
The memories jump at me one after another, 
The awesomeness of your friendship: what a wonderful treasure!


Thank You!

- Written on 28 May 2016. 
- This was a WhatsApp message I'd written to my friend.  I am posting it here because I do not want to lose track of the truth it contains as to how very, very much my friends enrich my life even as I do nothing and how very,  very,  very blessed I am indeed.  
Thank YOU,  S. 

My Feel Safe Bed and Home

Recently I read an article forwarded,
It spoke of a safe space that comforted.
It articulated all that I’ve ever felt,
About protection from the hand life dealt.

My home is not always comfortable,
Quite a bit about it, in it, is undesirable.  
But be what may,  it helps me keep sane,
Through all my turmoils I cling to this safety chain.

At the end of a hard day or even at its beginning,
I want to be home doing something or nothing.  
I want to stay in bed and read or surf,
I even enjoy cleaning windows and such in my ‘turf’.

I can escape to dreamland,  think,  create,
If only I feel safe.  
I can cry,  more than laugh, without shame,
I can my thoughts truly liberate.

I can with friends feel connected,  
A theatre,  a cafe make us conscious,  feel disbanded.  
I can relate to another without society’s persuasion,
I find I need space as much as time to determine my opinion.

Don’t get me wrong,  society always persists,
Even in my sacred space it insidiously exists.  
But it seems easier at home to accept views contrary
To what was taught and what I’d thought, and to query.

My bed is ship, I the captain,
Guiding it to an yet unknown destination.
A destination of hope and happiness
Of prosperity,  of safety,  of oneness.

But can I convert the skills I seem to learn,
To make the world a better one,
To share,  to work, to change the world and me,
To converge and expand,  such that the outside as the inside, my home be?

Dreams I weave sitting on my bed,  
I get up,  dizzy,  but resolutely shed
My cocoon and march to greet on this day ahead,
This world I care so much about and the one I dread.

I know not what good I can do,
I know not if I will achieve what I set to,  
But I am inspired, I will try till I tire,
Then to this home and bed I will retire.

To regain energy and passion,
To indulge in calm reflection,
To rejuvenate to envision,
To emerge again with resolution.  

- Written on 18 August 2016.
- The article I refer to  
http://www.domain.com.au/advice/21-signs-your-home-is-your-best-friend-20160708-gq0r4d/ 
No. 15 is so me,  me,  me,  me.  :)