Yesterday when I went out, there was something that yelled at me !!!
Yes, it was the Mavadu and I didn’t hesitate an extra moment to buy them. And then there was this fleeting thought that my Dad will love this tiny Mavadu, as they taste the most delicious.
There was this tangential thought about a post I wrote last Mavadu season and how I terribly missed my Dad and the silly fights we had for sharing this Mavadu. But this year, buying Mavadu brought a smile of acknowledgement that Dad loves this and I had to do it well to make him proud. Even though there is this feeling of missing him from time to time, I hold onto him as a wonderful memory to judge my actions.
And everyday brings in more memories and thoughts about him. That day when we were parked opposite a temple, I saw someone emerge out of the temple and got an instant shock – he absolutely resembled my Dad. For a minute I thought it was him. But instead of crying over it, I felt good to see his image wherever or whenever I want. That goes on to show that Dad is a loving memory in the heart and mind.
I found two soap covers in his cupboard and brought it home, for they smelled totally of him than of the soap. My father’s scented viboothi (the ash to apply on the forehead) smell is now a strong memory thanks to those soap covers.
A year and 3 months gone by
But the heart still remembers his scent and words
There is this sense of missing him
The memory of his smiling face reaching out
To us
For now comes the understanding
That he is there here
Smiling and watching us
He is no more missed terribly
For he is a lovely memory !!!
Touching post. Very.
And it’s wonderful knowing how he’s a lovely memory now!
Hugs, Ums!
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Hugs Priya…even I am so glad to be feeling like this. It makes the heart lighter !!!
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Loved the poem , indeed so true people we love are a lovely memory and will always be there with us around us ..
Take care …
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Thanks Bikram…am glad u liked the poem. 🙂
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Very much touching. Hugs 🙂
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Welcome here and thanks.
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Hugsss Ums!:) I feel my grandma living amidst us too, thru those smells which remind me of her and only her!:)
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Hey, its so true na ??? Esp the smells…hugs right back to u.
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Nice post Uma…you subtly track how time scaffolds your feelings…
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Welcome Girija, with ur comment. 🙂 And am glad u liked it.
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OMG!!! not sure how you knew it is me….
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I’ve some invisible skills to identify ppl…lol…all the details u entered were a giveaway. 🙂
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sigh….should think of better ways to weave a virtual mask…
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Why worry ??? Its gud to know that u r the one commenting… 🙂
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Really touching…I have also recently lost a very loved one and I can completely relate to this feeling.
BTW just saw your current read, I am also reading the same book right now and have loved it so far. 🙂
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The loss of loved ones always brings in such emotions, right ???
Am glad u could relate…hugs.
I am loving that book too…but I am going quite slow owing to other work at home.
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Being in a loving memory, they can never be missed . They cannot go away from our thoughts!! Loved the post Uma!
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Cant agree more to the comment above. Hugs Uma! Take care
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@Anu, @Gunjan – Hugs and thank u girls.
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An ancient porcelain jar
cleaned, sunned ,
and
slightly salt sprinkled
and ecstatic
at its own merry mavadus
smiles
as it remembers
grandpa’s relish
and the daughter’s skirmish
over
the tongue tickling
stars of the mango season.
Today,
one of the members
silver sprinkled hair,
twinkling eyes
and all,
now
only there in spirit,
lights up in her mind
and then
he smiles indulgently
as his daughter
and her daughters
continue the tradition
of the skirmish….
Like the mavadus
the memories linger,
with
a light in her eyes
and
a smile in her heart…
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Lovely…as usual. U light up my face with smiles as I read thru ur weaving words, Suranga. 🙂
Hugs.
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Hugs and more hugs..
@Suranga – Loved what you wrote!
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R’s Mom
Thank you !
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R’s mom {{{{{{hugs}}}}}}
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There comes a time when you learn to celebrate this life than mourn his death. You have reached that point now. Hugs 🙂
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I am glad Ash…it makes my heart lighter. Hugs.
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I loved this post because there is something emotionally happy about it 🙂
*hugs*
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I am feeling it all Smita. Hugs right back.
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Hugs, Uma!!
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Smithu, {{{{{{{{{Hugs}}}}}}}}}
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Big Hugs Uma!!
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Pix, {{{{{{{{{Big Hugs}}}}}}}}}
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A year already?! Time does fly, Uma. I’m so glad to see you relishing memories of your dad instead of feeling sad about it. That’s the spirit 🙂 Btw, you are tagged.
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Absolutely…time does fly and also heals. Thanks Pal. 🙂
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Hugs Uma!
Time has flown. Glad it has healed too 🙂
@ Suranga: Simply loved the lines 🙂
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Lovely Memory Lovely Poem
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You have been tagged!!
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Nice poem Uma, it brought back some memories of my own.
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A big warm hug to you, Uma!
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Hey keep the same spirit through out life…it’s always good to have loving memory of loved ones and feel good about it
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