Long sessions of meditations, satsang( company of pious people seeking truth) and introspection made me think that all my inner conflicts have vanished , I have learned to control my anger, and peace and calmness dawned on me.
I accepted that God has given us so many ups and downs in life to make us tough.
I realized that all religions teach same virtues love, compassion, kindness, harmony and compatibility and only some intolerant of follower spread hate and disturbance for their personal gain and power.
I understood completely that anger and greed are the biggest enemies and empathy and forgiveness are our biggest friend and liberate us.
The first shower of the season made me nostalgic, I went out to get some fun and drench as I did in the childhood.
My neighbors, hearing me sneezing hard poured advises, like what should I do and what should I take.
Mrs. Ayer brought black pepper Rasam, a good cure for cold she informed while Mrs. Gupta was ready with ginger tea and did not rest until they have made me change my wet clothes and wrapped me with the blanket.
They started telling each other all sorts of stories about how a simple cold can cause pneumonia or some other dangerous disease if not treated properly and one even recited how her distant relative died after suffering from a simple looking cough and cold.
Between all this hullabaloo one things became clear that everyone is a doctor of some sort and my neighbors, my true friends, loved and cared for me and I, a 70 years old,was not a lonely and abandoned person in this world.
Tell us about your favorite childhood meal — the one that was always a treat, that meant “celebration,” or that comforted you and has deep roots in your memory.
Free free to focus on any aspect of the meal, from the food you ate to the people who were there to the event it marked.
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
The first though that comes with the childhood meals is food cooked by my mother. She was an excellent cook. She tried to learn new dishes to perfection to make us happy and stick to home food. Sweets, snacks, even simple food such as rice and dal made by her were delicious.
There are so many festivals in India and every festive meal has to be different according to season, availability of vegetables and fruits at that time. The best part in any festival was the arrival of my mausi(mother’s sister) with her three children. There was not much difference in our age so we were like friends.
Mausi will relieve my mother from cooking that day and ask us our favorite item and cook. She was a total contrast to my mother. Mother was loving, caring but strict and mausi was fun loving, cracking jokes and made us laugh all the time. She could not say harsh words to anyone.Our cousins were like her. Whole day we will sing, dance, play games, we really use to have great time.
I have not written anything about food because the fun we had in spending time together was greater than any delicacy of the world. What was cooked was of no importance to us at that age because whatever mausi cooked was heavenly anyway. Still what remembrance of that time still lingers with me is Suzy Halwa (Semolina Porridge) made with pure ghee flavored with elaichi decorated with lots of dry fruits which she called MohanBhog (Sweet made for Lord Krishna) was really great. I think, she made it with full attention with lots of love and care for us children was the secret of its heavenly taste.
More than the taste of food time spent with our relatives lingers on in my mind.
Sometimes children ask some questions in all their innocence, you find very difficult to answer.
When my little friends, who gather in the evening to hear a story, asked how they came on the earth, I fumbled for an answer as they were too small to tell the truth.
I told them that when parents promise to God that they will not fight and love and take care of a child only then God gives them a child.
‘If parents fight with each other god will not give them a child?’ one of them asked.
Another one interrupted ‘ then how come my neighbor has four children even though they fight all the time?’
That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.
– Henry David Thoreau
Things give me pleasure cost nothing, like watching a kite flying is a pleasure in itself.
Watching children playing in the sand at sea beach
Watching sunrise and sunset
Pleasure has its time; so too, has wisdom. Make love in thy youth, and in old age attend to thy salvation.
Somewhere in life
There must be someone
To take your hand
And share the torride day.
Without the touch of friendship
There is no life, and we must fade away.
- RUSKIN BOND
My take on friends and friendship
What are friends there for ?
The butterfly doesn’t know how long he has to live, but that doesn’t stop him from spreading his wings and his joy.
Ash Sweeney quotes
Someone said ” Truth is stranger than fiction” methinks funny and lovely also.
He was my companion just for three years and in three years he taught me a lot of things, such as humor, selfless love, how to get whatever he wanted without even muttering a word and how to listen patiently before succumbing suddenly to his undiagnosed illness.
Once when he was one year old, he came running to me, kept his head on my stomach and started whining, I patted him with love and scratched his ears thinking that he was missing me and needs a little pampering.
Just then my maid servant came running furiously, she asked me not to pamper the scoundrel as he had pulled down my mother’s freshly washed white sari and was stamping on it with muddy feet and now the cunning fellow has the guts to seek your sympathy as he was sure to get a smack from her.
The reason behind this was that he got a scolding from my mother for digging out all the newly planted saplings while playing in the garden and was warned not to enter the garden again.
My adorable dog Kutkut showed his displeasure in this way.
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