If We Were Having Coffee #WriteBravely

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If we were having coffee,  I would ask you about your week and listen to what all you have been up to, too. I hope all is good with you.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I am sharing this post with you from Lonavla. I am here at work. Have had a busy busy day. I had plans to sneak in a few words during the various tea-lunch breaks, but couldn’t even manage to think about this post. It’s 10.40 pm and I am back in my room after team dinner. Though, my eyes are burning with fatigue and sleep, I am determined to complete this last post for the Write Tribe Festival of Words.

Talking about this week long blogging fest, I must tell you that it was truly an enjoyable experience, yet again. With a fabulous group of fellow bloggers to support and cheer you, who wouldn’t be motivated and excited to read and write everyday!! It was interesting to read such diverse and varied creative takes on the various prompts.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I got a rude shock when I opened my suitcase yesterday. I have this habit of arranging clothes, shoes, toiletries etc in my hotel room after check-in. I was placing the clothes in the cupboard when I found them wet and slimy. On careful inspection, I found that it was shampoo. With the panic mode being activated, I frantically looked for the culprit. It was coolly lying in a mess with other toiletries in the bag. I placed the contents of the bag under water in the basin and in no time, it was overflowing with soapy suds. I must have emptied half the water tank just to wash the various toiletries. You know I have this OCD for washing and cleaning things. I was debating whether to wash the shampoo soaked clothes myself or not, but better sense prevailed and I dialed housekeeping to take away the clothes from me, before the urge to wash them on my own got strong. My clothes came back from laundry today and they are smelling of shampoo still.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this will be a short coffee date as I must take your leave now. I have a hectic day tomorrow and have to start work at 7 am. I must catch a few winks in case I want to be productive tomorrow, which I have to be! I wish you a great week ahead and I’ll be looking forward to our next coffee together. Cheers ♥

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Day 6 – If we were having coffee…

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To err is human, to forgive, divine? #WriteBravely

Hello Folks. Say Hi to my today’s Guest Blogger Shalini Baisiwala from Shalzmojo. I had the pleasure of meeting her last month and she comes across as a warm, confident and intelligent woman with inner strength. An interior designer by profession and a blogger by passion. Shalini blogs about her experiences of travel, food, books, mindfulness.

Please join me in welcoming Shalini to my space here and I hope you enjoy her thoughtful post as much as I do.
Over to you, Shalini…

“To err is human, to forgive, divine” – Alexander Pope

But what if I am not in the mood to be divine?

As a child I would often see my parents dismiss things – bad things said about them or people fighting with them. On the other hand, I would get very irked by this and fight with them as to why do they let such things slide? Over time I realized that they are just non-confrontational folks and simply avoid altercations for the ease of things.

When someone commits an act of transgression against me, I go through a whole gamut of emotions. From hurt to anger to humiliation to disillusionment to hurt! I feel betrayed and want to lash back in the same coin.

Why is it that, the moment they say sorry, everything is supposed to be good to go? Why am I labeled difficult, arrogant and stubborn when I say I need time to mull over things and cool down?

Could I please not have a time out?

The perp who has wronged me needs to understand how much devastation is caused by their wrong doing. I need time to sift through my pain and anger, to even consider forgiving them.

I am sincerely irked by the overtly patronizing folks who think they can “sort” this out for me. Listen dude, it’s my effing feelings and my effing hurt. Could you please back off and let me be?

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But no! The eminently sagacious denizens would like to play peacemakers; whether I want it or not. So then of course, I blow up (again, they say)

Their logic is that I am not being rational as I am too worked up. I am also being very stubborn by refusing to bend down.

Wow! Just wow!!!!

May I ask you what/who appointed you the Holy Grail on forgiveness?

And when I say I am ready to forgive, it doesn’t mean everything is as hunky dory as it ever used to be. My trust remains broken and it may or may not get repaired over time.

Again, it’s seen as my refusal to yield to common sense.

Forgiveness is equated with reconciliation when it’s not. By forgiving, I am choosing to move on. I am letting go of what you did to me. I don’t want to make you pay for what you did.

But this by no means should be taken as a sign of getting together. Faith or trust is hard earned and once broken; it’s as difficult to repair as a break in a mirror.

So excuse me if I chose to not to be divine!

So what’s your take on forgiveness, dear readers? By not reconciling, am I seeking retribution in your opinion? How do you deal with wrong doers?

Linking this to the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words

Day 5 – Prompt – Feature a guest – a guest post / an interview

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Kabootar Ja Ja Ja

Dear Pigs… errr I mean Pigeons

Hello. I am told that you and Doves belong to the same family of birds ie. Columbidae. Tell me, how is that your cousins Doves are the symbols of peace while you are labeled as terrorists! Yes, I am not mincing my words. You have terrorized us in our very homes.Pigeon

Early in the morning, I open the door leading to the balcony to enjoy some fresh breeze, the peace and the tranquility around, with my mug of tea and newspaper in hand…. but lo and behold, all I see is you and your brethren sitting on the railings.

Seeing me come, you decide to give me a shock by collectively fluttering your wings madly coupled with that scary noise. Even though, I know the routine, still I am not able to train my body to be immune to your intimidating tactics and I shudder without fail and sometimes I let out a shriek and sometimes it is some spilled tea.

Do you know, how much I love watching the rains from the swing in my balcony? All that talk of smelling the wet earth after the rains has just become some words in the books. And it is all because of you. You have no manners and you poop around like crazies. The concoction of rains and your poop is so fatal that even my nasal hair cringe and singe.

I thought since you specialize in terrorizing us, you must be some pretty smart guys! But no, you refute my belief. By chance if the balcony door is open, you decide to explore our home. On seeing you inside our rooms, we are empathetic and close all the other doors and keep only the door to your freedom open and even guide you towards the exit with our ‘Shoo-Shoo’, but you are so dumb that you don’t understand our directions and cant find your way out.

And today was the limit. When I switched on the air conditioner in the guest room, it made some unusual whirring sounds. I went out to check and I saw a few remnants of  your nest on the top of the AC body. I know that you make nests in the balcony and Krishna Bai regularly cleans you out of your home but what I saw today, after the AC mechanic opened the AC,  filled me with awe and disgust at the same time.

Am I confusing you? Let me explain.

I felt awe for what I saw, because I believed that you certainly took lessons from the high-rise builders whose buildings you have occupied forcibly without any landlord-tenant agreement. You have learnt from them that the foundation of any home/building should be strong. I really admire the learning you have acquired.

I am disgusted that you chose my AC to practice that learning. While it is kind of ok for me to see you building your nest on top of the AC, it is certainly not acceptable that in order to implement your learning you give a strong foundation to your nest by adding so many sticks INSIDE the AC.DSC_0124

Yes, can you believe it that this is the amount of twigs and sticks that were taken out from the INSIDE of the AC!! While it is kind of shocking and I was seething with rage on imagining the possibility of my AC going kaput because of you filthy birds,  and not to forget the hole in the pocket because of paying the AC mechanic, I was filled with admiration for you too.

I admire your perseverance in building a strong beautiful nest for yourself and your babies despite Krishna Bai sweeping away your nest from the top of the AC every other day!

So, I have learnt a lesson or two from you in perseverance and tenacity and love for your family etc etc, but I seriously suggest that let’s be strangers only, like earlier times. You making a home in my home is an intrusion and I condemn and abhor it, strongly.

Please GO AWAY!!

Miss you NOT

A resident of a high-rise building

Linking this to the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words

Day 4 – Prompt – Write a letter

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My Day from A to Z #WriteBravely

Do you read your old posts? I do. It’s not a planned activity, but happens when I get a like or a comment on an old post or when I want to take a trip down the memory lane or when I just want to read my old posts. What would start as casually checking one or two posts, ends in going through almost all the posts in that category. Yesterday was one such day. I remembered writing about my typical day in 2009 which is the prompt for today’s Write Tribe –Festival of Words.

It was nostalgia galore, when I read about this post which reflected my life and times some 8 years ago. Without a second thought, I decided to rehash this old post and share the same in the present context. Interestingly, most things remain the same but some have given way to the new.

Here’s a peek into my day from A to Z…

In a day, I

  • Accept the challenges that life throws my way.
  • Accomplish miracles with a gentle word, a kind look, a good-natured smile or a hug
  • Aggravate sometimes a simple issue
  • Amuse myself by playing word games on my phone
  • Bitch about anything that is not to my liking
  • Calmly respond to the pesky telemarketing calls
  • Cheerfully agree to disagree with KG
  • Curiously observe the pigeons hitting their beaks on the glass pane ceaselessly
  • Cynically appraise myself honestly and objectively
  • Determine the plan of action for the day by listing it down
  • Drink 2 cups of masala tea in a day
  • Envy nobody
  • Frustrate the house-help with endless instructions to do her job properly
  • Giggle out loud at the silly WhatsApp forwards
  • Gratefully thank God for all his blessings
  • Hope for the best in everything
  • Irritate myself and others with my obsession for cleanliness and hygiene
  • Jealously guard my gadgets and books
  • Kiss and make-up with an annoyed KG or AG
  • Laze around too
  • Love the feeling of being loved
  • Madly in love with baking though becoming averse to regular cooking
  • Neglect the backend work on my blog
  • Optimistically look at things
  • Peacefully sleep
  • Quixotically refrain from following any healthy workout for long
  • Reject whacky ideas that keep floating in my brain
  • Rejuvenate myself with a 15 minute nap
  • Relax by listening to Mirchi Love at 104 FM
  • Rush to help
  • Sadly remember some memories
  • Shock KG by being away from my laptop for sometime
  • Surprise the boys at home by suggesting, “Let’s not go to a South Indian food joint, this time!”
  • Sympathetically listen to the woes of my house-help
  • Thank God again
  • Think, think, think…
  • Touch base with family and friends
  • Understand the importance of life
  • Value my relationships
  • Worry a lot
  • Waste a lot of time online
  • X-ray the new things a bit too deeply
  • Yearn to be a kid again
  • Zealously work on my projects and assignments

It’s all in a day’s work!

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Day 4 – Prompt – Feature a day in your life or someone else’s life

Road Map of Life #WriteBravely

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Her pudgy fingers trace the creases on her face.

“What are these?”

“Oh, these are the road maps of the journeys that I have taken in this life.”

“Can I take the same road?”

“No two journeys are the same, but I hope you take some of the same roads and some I hope not!”

Old Woman

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Day 3 – Prompt – Feature a map and write about a place either real or virtual

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I Am in Love #WriteBravely

In Love

I never thought that I would fall so deeply in love but I have, and hard. I resisted the temptation for years and when I couldn’t ignore it, I treaded the path, gingerly and with a lot of skepticism. The initial misgivings were because I come from old school of thought. Since, I had taken the plunge, there was no turning back. Yes, I don’t do things half way. Before long, I realized that I was enjoying myself and that came as a big surprise!  I thought that this was a fleeting feeling and that it would die its death soon. But, surprise, surprise, with each passing day, my love grew deeper and stronger. And I can say it boldly that my life has changed and believe me that it is not an exaggeration.

Yes, I am in love with my Kindle…truly, madly and deeply!!

It was 2014 and I had to review a book for a friend which was available only in the Kindle format. Prior to this book, I had read a PDF book on Kindle app which was a bad bad experience. Since I HAD to review this book, despite a lot of apprehensions, I read it on the Kindle app on my phone and I quite liked the experience. Slowly and gradually, I was sucked into the world of Kindle books.

When I won a Kindle in a blogging contest, my happiness knew no bounds. Today, I prefer reading Kindle books over physical books.

Recently, I had to review a paperback. I picked it up and gave it up after first chapter. Somehow, I found the small font size and even holding the book in my hands a bit cumbersome. I looked up for its Kindle version and thankfully, it was available on Kindle Unlimited and finished reading it in no time.

Yes, that’s another thing I like about Kindle books. I have been able to read more number of books and at a faster pace as well.SAVE_20170805_223905

The other day, I was checking a paperback and came across a new word. I kept pressing and holding the word harder for it to show me the meaning. It was a few seconds later, I realized that I was digging a hole in the paperback.

I carry my Kindle everywhere as it fits well in my purse unlike the paperbacks which can be sometimes bulky. In case, I forget to carry it, which is rarely, the books syncs across all devices and I can continue reading it on my phone.

My library cupboard is overflowing with books. In fact, the books are packed like sardines and this is when I have donated 45 books to a local library. Even if I want to, I cant afford to buy more paperbacks because I just don’t have space to store them. With Kindle, I can buy books to my heart’s content and that they are economical than the printed books is an added advantage.

I was that girl who believed in the smell and feel of a new book, loved caressing the glossy cover with my fingers, and arranged and re-arranged the books by genre, size, colours… but all that has changed. Kindle has truly transformed my reading habit and has made me more addicted to the written word.

Are you a Kindle convert like me? Or are you still in love with reading the good old-fashioned paperbacks? Or are you a bit of both?

Linking this to the Write Tribe’s Festival of Words

Day 2 – Prompt – Share about a resource/s you have or use

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What Do You Treasure Most in Life? #WriteBravely

“What do you treasure most in life?” This question was casually asked one evening during a get-together with friends.  Love and support from family, friends who have been through thick and thin, some special gifts, love notes during the dating days, drawings / notes from kids, good health… were some of the responses that we heard that evening. These are priceless treasures indeed.

I couldn’t share my thought that day, as I was needed in the kitchen for something. If I were to answer that question today, well… family, friends, books, some accomplishments and a very thoughtful gift from a blogging buddy, Sulekha for KG and me, would feature in my list of what I treasure.

But if I delve a bit deeper, my answer would be a bit different. TreasureI am a sentimental woman and have always been like that. I hold close the moments and memories that touch me or bring me joy. I cherish the moment when I learnt how to rock my baby to sleep or the night when we chatted away to glory with friends or the regular things KG and I do together. All these are not spectacular or something profound but moments like these are stored in my heart as great treasures. 

Today, I’d like to share two of my all time favourite treasured moments and memories…

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Some years ago, I was thinking about the troubles that were never ending just like the bus ride back home. So lost I was in complaining to God about my life and my circumstances that I was unaware of the tears that were streaming down my face. When a warm hand touched my hand, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to look into the compassionate eyes of my co-passenger. Before my brain could process a reaction, the lady said, “I don’t know what’s troubling you. But I want you to know that you’ll get through it. Whatever ‘it’ is!”

Her words were exactly what I needed to hear. Those few simple words comforted me. Her words filled me with optimism and hope. And this memory is something that I treasure the most and is close to my heart.

Conversation Over Coffee

It was 2008, Aaryan was learning Abacus at an institute.  Usually, I sat outside his class while he studied inside, because going back home and coming again to pick him after an hour and half was not feasible.

That day, I dropped him at his class and went to the market to do some shopping. Incidentally, that got done in a few minutes. I decided to have coffee in a nearby café. Next to my table sat a man with his coffee. I don’t remember how it started, but we got chatting. We talked about so many things and laughed so much.

Soon, it was time to leave and we just bid goodbye to each other. We didn’t ask for each other’s names or exchanged any personal details for that matter. It was one of the best conversations I had had with a stranger and this is when I don’t talk to strangers as a rule. This is another memory that I cherish a lot.

There are a lot more moments and memories like these, which I love and treasure. There are times when I don’t think about these moments for a long time, but a small hint or another memory brings them right back in the forefront and envelope me in that warm fuzzy feeling.

What do you treasure most in life?

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Day 1 – Prompt – Write about a treasure you have…

The Homecoming

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She felt their judgmental eyes on her. She knew that they knew.

And that was sufficient to bring the monsters of the past to raise their ugly heads.

The memories of the past slipped back into her mind and engulfed it completely with fear and pain.

She ran away from all the physical and the mental demons into the dark and quiet of the long room.

As she breathed in deeply, the musty and the woody smell acted as a tonic for her frazzled nerves.

The words around her gave her the much-needed escape, comfort and strength.

It was homecoming…

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Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe for the Prompt  “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou

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Hero Umpire Who Saved a Suicidal Woman #WATWB

John Tumpane can’t explain why he approached the woman as she hopped over the railing of the Roberto Clemente Bridge on the afternoon of June 28, 2017.

The woman told Tumpane she just wanted to get a better view of the Allegheny River below. The look on her face and the tone of her voice suggested otherwise to Tumpane, a major league baseball umpire in town to work the series between the Pittsburgh Pirates and the Tampa Bay Rays.

So the 34-year-old Tumpane reached for the woman even as she urged him to let her go. The woman struggled and asked him to let her jump. “You’ll forget me tomorrow,” she told him.

“I’ll never forget you,” he said. “You can have my promise on that.”

MLB Umpire Saves Suicidal Woman

You can read the news report and listen to Tumpane’s talk here.

This positive and uplifting story has touched me.

This story reminded me of something I read at Corinne’s blog. It says, “A man who jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge, left a note “I’m walking to the bridge,” begins a Golden Gate Bridge suicide note. “If one person smiles at me on the way, I will not jump.” Sadly, no one smiled!”…

This story keeps reverberating in my head!! And more so, because 2 months ago, one afternoon, my husband’s best friend’s sister jumped from a busy bridge and no one noticed or stopped her!

We may never know what somebody’s day looks like. We may never know what battles they are fighting.  We may never know what demons they are facing. Or what life circumstances are weighing them down.

But can we be positive and supportive of people around us and connect with them?
Can we reach out to those who have become disconnected from others and offer them support and friendship?
Can we show more empathy towards people around us?
Can we lend a patient ear and a supporting hand?

This simple act of ours can be a life-saving act.

Can we bring a little sunshine into the days of those around us?

In darkness, can we be the light?

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Delayed Connection

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I’m sitting by the window, waiting for a piece of my young adult life to walk in through the door.

As if on cue, he’s wading through the sea of tables and fellow diners.

His eyes light up on seeing me and before the pleasantries, he gives his reason for being late, just like before.

We talk about a million things and fall into an uncomfortable silence when it’s time to leave.

And at that very moment, I realize that I’ve never stopped loving him.

I stare at him in shocked silence, when he says, “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe. Today’s prompt is a Wordle consisting of 10 words. From these words, use a minimum of 4 to a maximum of 10 words in the post.

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