Anita Raina
How I waited for the winters to set in! There are reasons galore. For I love the nip in the air, the misty surroundings and the dense fog adding an element of mystery and charm.
One gets an inkling that the wicked sun rays which penetrate through the silken drapes are on a mission to play hide and seek. The excitement builds with the initial struggle to ditch the cozy environment one creates to battle the cold and get out of the bed. I grabbed my phone and just a random Facebook search lead me to something which never ceases to bring a smile on my face. An A.R.Rehman post on the wall. Now this is what I call bliss because I could actually tune into YouTube and play songs which bring immense joy and pleasure to me. For once the ever so limping internet connectivity too had gained momentum and was working at a pace unimaginable. The new ear phones my husband had bought from the capital airport a couple of days ago(to which I had strongly protested) courtesy an extended haul due to a delay in our flight timing, were just perfected suited for the library I was listening to.
I was missing an important element and I had to tease my brain cells to get there. There it was …a hot cup of masala tea. Within no time I was in my kitchen making an aromatic cup of tea with a few new ingredients lemon grass and basil leaves. I spotted a beautiful porcelain mug which my friends had gifted to me on my birthday and decided to opt extravagance. I was completely soaked in a concoction of my favorites. I stepped out and sat on the swing which I term as my Tea Partner. I must have sipped innumerable cups of tea swinging on it and given life a thought. Wrapped in my comfortable woolens, listening to unplugged melodies and nursing my tea with the most fascinating weather, I was traversing the lanes of nostalgia. I had lost track of time. I was totally living up to the ink on my forearm which reads live free. My phone beeped a good morning text message from my husband. This perhaps was a reminder to fix something for breakfast. Honestly I didn’t want to leave this bubble I had created for myself.
Happiness is also synonymous with bringing a smile on someone’s face. I understand that Sunday breakfast is one meal that everyone looks forward to as I put my culinary skills to use. My walk towards the kitchen was quite sluggish yet resolute. The moment I entered the kitchen I witnessed something which was beyond my imagination. It was one of those moments when you feel really special for the most thoughtful gestures people who matter the most to you make for you. My sons who are 6 and 3 years old had made pancakes and fresh orange juice for breakfast. My eyes welled up and tears started rolling down my face. I held my boys in my arms and thanked God for his small mercies. I stole a glance at my husband and the gleam in his eyes clearly indicated a sense of contentment he was experiencing. Moments like these create cohesion in families. My sons were ecstatic and were feeling a sense of pride and achievement. They set the table and we enjoyed the most special meal thus far with generous drizzles of honey and caramel.
I was overwhelmed by it all. Another thought crossed my mind. I wanted to reward my kids and there was one thing in our bucket list that we wanted to do, pitch a tent. Weather was conducive as the sun had shone brightly. Within no time all the three boys were equipped to pitch the tent with extremely complicated set of tools. I chose to leave them alone and grabbed a book. I could barely read. The decibel levels had suddenly mounted and they were all excited. I took out my camera and begun to capture moments. After about half an hour the tent was erected. Children got busy with bonfire and games. We were sitting by the Indus which was flowing in all its might.
I again went in my own precinct. The prayer flags were sashaying disseminating prayers and hopes in the form of positive vibes which could be felt all around. There was serenity and calmness. I could connect with the silence of the calm waters for I felt that they have witnessed many a tales untold.
Life as they say is beautiful…
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