There are moments between serene and brilliance
As the sun rises again…
There are moments between sunset and now
As the sun rises again…
There are moments between sleep and being awake
As the sun rises again…
There are moments of beauty and wonder
As the sun rises again…
There are moments between dusk and dawn
When the soul rests
As the body recoups
For a beautiful day ahead
And I await the moment
When the sun rises again!
This is precisely the reason I love public transports – the many people and their varied conversations and the multitude of expressions makes the journey more interesting!
I got into the bus in the bus terminus. All the window seats were already taken. Sigh. Now I had to choose who will make interesting conversation among all these people in the window seat.
And I chose this young girl…should be around 20 years. I made eye contact with her and my smile was reciprocated in full josh. I liked that. I sat next to her.
As suddenly as a storm brews up, came this bus conductor who was in a hurry, for sure. And he looked stressed…God knows what was stressing him! As he started issuing tickets, all he got was 10 rupee notes in succession from the passengers. That put him off. He refused to give tickets if he didn’t get exact change. Everyone quietly put the ten rupee notes inside their bags and started their search for coins.
I saw the girl next to me with a twenty rupee note while I had exact change. This was my chance to start that conversation.
“Take my coins and buy both our tickets with your twenty rupee note” I offered. She was mighty pleased. We got our tickets and looked like we both are going to the same destination.
I started my question spree. I loved it. One answer leading to the next question. Starting from “Are you studying?” to “What is your native place?” and also smiling happily to know that her father is a farmer. I was also happy to know that she is doing a teacher’s training course for differently abled children. The younger generation is not only the blindfolded engineers and doctors but also selfless teachers to special children. I felt so proud to have met her.
Our stopping came and we got down.
I couldn’t resist giving her a hug 🤗
I was at the bus stop. There was an old lady selling flowers and the fragrance of mallipoo wafting towards me was so strong which I loved so much. Maybe it was magnetic too as I inched towards the fragrance to take in more.
I was so preoccupied with my nose inhaling the fragrance that I was bolted to reality by the screeching sound of a yellow Vespa scooter. A couple all dressed up for a function stopped before the flower shop and their little girl in pattu pavadai was dozing off with her head leaning on her father’s back. You know it used to happen to my daughters too, as kids; as soon as they sit on the bike and the gentle breeze hits their face combined with the warmth of the enclosing parents, it is a sure thing to doze off.
The man was wearing a helmet but still, I could see he was annoyed or upset. Maybe some disagreement with the missus?! Or anything…but he didn’t look happy.
The wifey got down from the scooter and bought mallipoo from the same lady towards whom I was inching slowly. Cut the mallipoo string into two. Took the smaller one and pinned it on the hair of the sleeping girl. That fragrance made the little girl open her eyes. She touched the mallipoo, felt its softness and made sure it was longer than her shoulder-length hair. She was satisfied with the inspection and closed her eyes again to lean on her father’s back.
The wifey pinned the balance mallipoo in her hair made a sweeping gesture with it. And suddenly the whole scenario changed. The husband took some sudden interest in the whole mallipoo thing. He smiled with affection at his wife and gave the money for the mallipoo.
Somewhere the annoyance was lost…maybe forgotten.
The mallipoo made peace and helped in the bonding.
Sometimes all we need is a smile and a word of love and maybe mallipoo 😉
I absolutely loved waiting for the bus because of which I could watch such a beautiful language of love spoken through the eyes of that couple, all wih the mallipoo mediator.
Sitting in the bus I get to hear conversations between two people or over the phone. I heard them all in Tamil, but here is the gist in English!
Amma….how are you? Yes, appa spoke to me. Am fine. Blah blah blah.
Yes ma…I ate. Did you eat lunch?
One lady is screaming on top of her voice and I realized it was over the phone. She was very upset about something that happened and she was being very vocal about it. As the minutes progressed her decibel came down.
She ended her call with a subdued caring voice “listen, eat lunch and then go”
It reminded me of my conversations with my girls where my first question will be “Did you eat kannamma?” It makes me totally happy that my child has eaten and all other things can be faced by her.
I think the many people out there always show that they care through food, through enquiries about lunch or dinner and absolutely revolving around food.
“Pls eat….I made your fav.”
“Be angry with me later but eat first.”
For its difficult to be angry or unhappy when the stomach is full. And then a tummy khush feeling is also the adrenaline to keep one happy.
And I love conversations that weave through our lives esp our food.
Today I travelled by bus. Somehow, the travel by trains and buses are more to my liking as I enjoy watching people. And this day was no less.
The first sight I saw was of a little boy. He will be hardly 6 years. First he ate some snacks and then drank some water. The best part comes now. He started setting up that single seat as his bed and his mother’s lap was his pillow. And he dozed off. The tiredness of spending the whole day in school made him sleep like a baby. And maybe to recharge himself for the playtime after reaching home.
Even though its not fair, I sighed at the blissful sleep he was enjoying on his mother’s lap. I even envied it a little bit.
Then this girl came and stood next to me. She saw the boy too. And I heard a sigh from her. She said “Such a nice sleep for the boy”.
And we both smiled at each other in camaraderie!
I’ve written many a posts about my patti. She lives inside me, giving me strength and the resilience to carry on life, even during turbulent times. With her trade-mark onbadhu gajam pudavai (9-yard sari), her brilliant smile and big bhindi, she was the woman whom I yearned to be and still yearning to be. Its been 4 years since her demise and there’s not been a day, when I don’t remember her for something or other.
When I turned 18, the whole household woke up to the fact that I need to get married. It all boiled down to the fact that I had the difficult nakshatram and hence they need to look for a partner asap and the groom hunt- ha ha, yeah, that was how it was treated – began.
I used to lie down on patti’s lap during those summer holidays and she used to gently caress my hair. Her soft hands were incredible as they gently put me to sleep.
On one idle afternoon, I shared with patti my most kept secret. “Patti, I want to marry someone who is an equal partner in all the things I do. Like, if he’ll cut onions, I’ll make sambar. If he’ll peel and cut potatoes, I’ll make potato fry”. What made me say such a thing, is something I don’t remember much. But my patti’s reassuring hand on my head made sure that my wish came true.
Yesterday, as my husband chopped vegetables showcasing his knife skills at the cutting board, I happily roasted the rava, humming this song – “nee katru…naan maram…enna sonnalum thalayattuven”. Somehow, this song felt so apt for the mood in the kitchen and the upma was made. A simplistic tiffin became a feast💗
And, of course, I was thanking my patti!
Today I saw this cute Mother’s day message on Instagram. One of my amazing blog friend’s daughter has gifted this to her. Its cute and touches a chord inside…esp the last line of the wish.
“You don’t give up on me”
This one…touched deep inside.
Looking from the child’s point of view, it is so very important to them that we, as mothers, don’t give up on them, for their worthiness or for their love of doing things or anything that makes the child.
All children are not the same. Some are very quiet, they rarely discuss what they want to do in life, they are happy to leave the decision making part to their parents and are also happy in taking what life has to offer them.
And then there are others, who want to create their own path. And in that process, try out varied stuff like a sport or a musical instrument or arts. They might not find what they wanted in all that they tried. But they are trying hard to find that particular thing which resonates with their inner being. And that’s the time they value the mother’s “We won’t give up on you…keep trying” attitude!
It’s very important for a child to blossom from her own experience – good and bad inclusive. As a mother I would have warned / counselled my girls about umpteen number of things – this friendship is bad or this hobby doesn’t suit you or it helps to stay cool or how to take care of your health or this and that !
The most important thing which I learnt in the process of motherhood is that all these counselling sessions don’t have any impact if I don’t follow them in real life. I cannot expect my girls to be someone by preaching and not following an iota of what I preach! And that’s why we see a lot of our mother’s qualities in us, in our actions, in our personalities; may be with a slight modification of what we want to be as mothers!
As we keep wishing each other on Mother’s day, let us not forget this important aspect of being a mother, which is to keep our faith strong in our children and to never give up on them; with all the morals which we’ve imbibed in them, I don’t think they’ll become insensible decision makers in their life.