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November 16, 2017

Walking down my street noticed droopy flowers and trees delightfully preening putting bounce in my achy steps that were sighing as man and his friend several times over… zipped past yours truly

Boarded bus sweeping 7th ave with twin eyes noticing familiar faces now in various states of progression …pounds heavy lighter as case may be … hair too had receded disavowing ridiculous faces and I took heart at my own sorry self … time’s brush of my hair in generous grey daubs with horrific thinning

tis the thinning of family herd that I take umbrage to…time heavily tolling
…rest is easy to come to terms with

Cooling heels in waiting room ..one test done with flying colors.., waiting for 2nd…

journaling …random mind bits

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weatherman drove home time and again that we’ve rain in forecast and he was right as I hear sounds of dawn dripping in drops and drabs amidst slight rustles of autumn leaves still falling intermittently … garden slugs haven’t left any telltale trails and my firm friend Le Squirrel Blanc hasn’t looked in to say hello as yet… guess it’s staying dry somewhere in the backyard perched on a tree….
throwback Thursday it is but I never plan anything…whatever gets tossed in FB land…so it is… my heart and soul dwell on Krishna and this a.m. He decided to stay connected as my cover photo on FB and I happily went along with it.. and as delighted me enjoys this image … mantra chants gradually dissipate the clouds in my being….

two days ago I went grocery shopping and bought a whole slew of fresh veggies.. this part of shopaholic me loves..but now being lazy and domestically disabled I wonder “who is gonna cook them”?

Ganesh is much better than me where taste and texture of food is concerned but having been awake whole of last night watching cricket as India was playing…he is leisurely sauntering in dreamland fast asleep…
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have two appointments … hence will get my act together.. grab my rain gear and venture out
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still wondering how and when do i tackle my fresh vegetables …any guesses? ..

morning rituals


rising later than usual my walking fingers lightly press TV remote for morning chants to gently funnel into my space filling it with energizing vibrations accentuating gentle snores emanating from resting life partner..
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unhurriedly I put tea kettle on boil and as water simmers I let my thoughts emerge from foggy half wakefulness to awareness of day time place et al…
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tall trees’ framed lofty bay windows are still weeping yellow leaves intermittently unlike heavy autumn leafy showers from few days ago…

patches of weakly tinted light have formed geometric patterns on the ceiling …
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chai now ready and steaming I sip tea and my now time dunking biscuits while ruminating on how am going to let my today pan out making plans, discarding, remaking..

have been dwelling on “lines” where and how to draw with regard to sense and sensibilities …lines have always peaked my gypsy soul especially when looking at the horizon on the beaches at dawn and sunset …the push back of lines by waves on sandy beaches …the imaginary equator and the celestial spheres circling our earth …

there’s lot to be gained and said about vivid imaginations …ask any writer ..poet …

wistfulness

there is an inexpressible sense of cozy comfort knowing that you’ve fully loved someone who even though no longer a physical presence in your life, still thrives as a crucial part of your mind, your soul and continues to lend impetus to your imaginatively woven scenarios of “what ifs” “if only” speculative tangential wanderings giving daily life an intriguing twist and turn – an intrinsic part of life’s fabric of you as a whole ..in a gamut of speculative permutations ..

renoir

 

sensual memories

sensual memories be it tactile, sound, visual, taste et al usually embed in brain’s synapses and triggered by relatable phenomena surface for pleasurable second helpings

… this morning as I was toasting thin slivers of pumpernickel bagel and olive roll I remembered the time when fresh off the boat in 1974 winter in Cleveland Ohio … I was driven to my first job by a co-worker on cost-sharing basis.

It was either late November or December. Snow was falling rather heavily…chilled to the bone being unaccustomed to such foul weather I was hastily bundled inside the toasty office and Leslie my kind savior took me to the kitchen corner of the office and toasted english muffins in the office toaster and made a fresh pot of coffee ..then she offered me a generously lathered hot english muffin followed by a mug of piping hot java joe…they were an absolute godsend and tasted like heavenly manna…..

hence this memory got imbedded in my head … on thinking back … I would relegate it to second place giving first place undoubtedly to mom’s freshly made paranthas just the way I liked them and later at grandparent’s home …the stuffed tandoori paranthas roasted to perfection in clay tandoors truly tasted heavenly with gobs of churned butter …aroma of freshly roasted breads intermingling with simmering pickles in the winter sun … all conjure a wonderful childhood with homemade lassi and/or
thandaii as the case maybe …. they take first place hands down

* lassi : churned buttermilk and thandaii : cold milk with crushed almonds, poppy seeds, cardamom and saffron etc.. .it is delicious
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