Life is beautiful
That’s a movie in English and Malayalam. Life is beautiful. So the saying goes. But I wonder is it really? I was watching TV and suddenly found myself thinking and reflecting on my life, well, all I could recollect were moments.
My early childhood where my Dad would give me a rupee for sweets everyday, as I left for school. The number of times I changed my dress after falling in the puddle outside my house while playing. The watchful day on the eve of Holi as I cowered under the table hiding from anyone who had color on their hands.
The new friends I made after we shifted houses. The way we used to play and fight all the time. The secrets we shared. The yummy sandwiches Dad made. The Diwali days when I used to help Mom in making delicious delicacies, the new dresses, the early morning baths and the noisy fire crackers.
The way we sat in a circle with Paati (granny) in the centre who used to roll the hot sambar rice into small round morsels and hand it to us in turns. Iyengar aunt’s yummy food. The huddling together when we used to contribute 2 rupees and rent the movie videos and half the colony’s kids were at aunt’s place watching it. The dance practices for 31st nights. The dances and the tales and laughter thereafter.
The pure fun we had when Mom used to splash the floor with soap water and I and my brother would skate on our knees wiping it with a rug. The scolding we got for low grades or fights. The triumph we felt when my brother and I threw out the whip into the neighboring building from our balcony. Our expressions when Dad bought a new one. :( The wonder I felt when our pet guppies (small fishes) laid eggs in the pickle bottles they were residing in. The grins when I irritated my brother, the tears when he hit me back. The frowns when my Mom took his side than mine. The irritated look I carried when my bro used to say that I was adopted by my parents when they found me walking around on a railway platform and Mom just smiled and Dad did not comment. :P The angry swell in my cheeks when after an hour of talking at the dinner table and nobody responding, everyone listening with keen ears when my brother interrupted with his talk. My brother teaching me to sing and after my few recitals resigning. The nights when I brayed with my bro playing the guitar and my Mom and Dad listening with a smile or tolerating should I say? :)
The combined night studies with friends, the gossips, stories, tales and conversations. The apprehension on the first day of college. My friend’s wedding, the thrill, the jokes and the dressing up. My friend having a baby! The night we spent waking up to her cries and trying to put her back to sleep
My job interview. My travels outside Mumbai for the very first time and consequently outside India. The heavenly row of clouds I saw through the plane window, my wish that they would be soft as cotton pods and I could hop on them. The sun shining through. My training, my work, my mistakes, my learnings, my new friends, my fun-loving roomies, the beautiful new places.
The day I met my husband and we said YES. The walk with my dad thereafter confessing my nervousness. My engagement, my embarrassing laughter, my quiet and shy fiancé who I found thereafter was definitely not quiet! The calm expression on my fiance’s face when I reached an hour late on the first date. (He hasn’t repeated that expression since for such acts of mine. That’s why they say marriage is an eye-opener). My careless last few days at work.
My marriage. The butterflies in my stomach feeling which I successfully concealed, well, at least I hope so. The beautiful Munnar and Kumarakom trips. My embarrassing mallu conversations with my new parents (they are gracious and kind enough to not notice the odd accent, tone and vocabulary). My devastating cooking expeditions. My zeal for searching food blogs for simple and easy recipes, cooking them and anticipating a positive feedback from my hubby. Our fights, our patching up. His intolerable parodies and sloppy dance moves especially the ones he does in the early mornings!!
The moments that make up my memories and I guess, my life too. I have a smile on my face which I hadn’t noticed till now. I look out of the window and the sun is shining out brightly, the flowers are swaying in the wind. Well I guess, I too can say, Life is beautiful. :)
My early childhood where my Dad would give me a rupee for sweets everyday, as I left for school. The number of times I changed my dress after falling in the puddle outside my house while playing. The watchful day on the eve of Holi as I cowered under the table hiding from anyone who had color on their hands.
The new friends I made after we shifted houses. The way we used to play and fight all the time. The secrets we shared. The yummy sandwiches Dad made. The Diwali days when I used to help Mom in making delicious delicacies, the new dresses, the early morning baths and the noisy fire crackers.
The way we sat in a circle with Paati (granny) in the centre who used to roll the hot sambar rice into small round morsels and hand it to us in turns. Iyengar aunt’s yummy food. The huddling together when we used to contribute 2 rupees and rent the movie videos and half the colony’s kids were at aunt’s place watching it. The dance practices for 31st nights. The dances and the tales and laughter thereafter.
The pure fun we had when Mom used to splash the floor with soap water and I and my brother would skate on our knees wiping it with a rug. The scolding we got for low grades or fights. The triumph we felt when my brother and I threw out the whip into the neighboring building from our balcony. Our expressions when Dad bought a new one. :( The wonder I felt when our pet guppies (small fishes) laid eggs in the pickle bottles they were residing in. The grins when I irritated my brother, the tears when he hit me back. The frowns when my Mom took his side than mine. The irritated look I carried when my bro used to say that I was adopted by my parents when they found me walking around on a railway platform and Mom just smiled and Dad did not comment. :P The angry swell in my cheeks when after an hour of talking at the dinner table and nobody responding, everyone listening with keen ears when my brother interrupted with his talk. My brother teaching me to sing and after my few recitals resigning. The nights when I brayed with my bro playing the guitar and my Mom and Dad listening with a smile or tolerating should I say? :)
The combined night studies with friends, the gossips, stories, tales and conversations. The apprehension on the first day of college. My friend’s wedding, the thrill, the jokes and the dressing up. My friend having a baby! The night we spent waking up to her cries and trying to put her back to sleep
My job interview. My travels outside Mumbai for the very first time and consequently outside India. The heavenly row of clouds I saw through the plane window, my wish that they would be soft as cotton pods and I could hop on them. The sun shining through. My training, my work, my mistakes, my learnings, my new friends, my fun-loving roomies, the beautiful new places.
The day I met my husband and we said YES. The walk with my dad thereafter confessing my nervousness. My engagement, my embarrassing laughter, my quiet and shy fiancé who I found thereafter was definitely not quiet! The calm expression on my fiance’s face when I reached an hour late on the first date. (He hasn’t repeated that expression since for such acts of mine. That’s why they say marriage is an eye-opener). My careless last few days at work.
My marriage. The butterflies in my stomach feeling which I successfully concealed, well, at least I hope so. The beautiful Munnar and Kumarakom trips. My embarrassing mallu conversations with my new parents (they are gracious and kind enough to not notice the odd accent, tone and vocabulary). My devastating cooking expeditions. My zeal for searching food blogs for simple and easy recipes, cooking them and anticipating a positive feedback from my hubby. Our fights, our patching up. His intolerable parodies and sloppy dance moves especially the ones he does in the early mornings!!
The moments that make up my memories and I guess, my life too. I have a smile on my face which I hadn’t noticed till now. I look out of the window and the sun is shining out brightly, the flowers are swaying in the wind. Well I guess, I too can say, Life is beautiful. :)
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