Mélange – Random Tidbits

Blues and Greens

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It seems there are the usual blues and mean reds but for me there are the seductive greens too….

For some it would be the nature and travel but for me it can simply means to get out of my cocoon…

…To understand that the moody blues are okay and happens to all and hence nothing to hide….

…To destroy the invisible mean red walls I built around myself under the pretext of baseless fears….

…To accept my behaviour as transparently as green and not pretend to like what someone else is doing out there……….

 

Mélange – Random Tidbits

Handwriting therapy

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Writing can indeed be cathartic..I realised this in my teens, pouring out my troubled thoughts and questions in a secret diary hidden from family. Or writing the school and college project reports with the exquisite pens I stole from my father's trunk... ...Now that the answers are slowly getting clear, I no more have entries in diary that frequently. As laptop or mobile has replaced as the primary tool for everything, I now miss the handwriting part. The pressure of the fingers squeezing out every pain of your mind and releasing all the twisted emotions......Today I had that urge to write something and wondered what to write. Finally copied these words I found on Instagram few days ago. ......#handwriting #writingtherapy #akbphotography #akbmelange #nofilter

 

Writing can indeed be cathartic…

I realised this in my teens, pouring out my troubled thoughts and questions in a secret diary hidden from family. Or writing the school and college project reports with the exquisite pens I stole from my father’s trunk…

Now that the answers are slowly getting clear, I no more have entries in diary that frequently. As laptop or mobile has replaced as the primary tool for everything, I now miss the handwriting part. The pressure of the fingers squeezing out every pain of your mind and releasing all the twisted emotions……

Today I had that urge to write something and wondered what to write. Finally copied these words I found on Instagram few days ago……..

Stories

The Saturday Night Date.

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He watched her with overflowing love as she ate her favourite food, chocolate ice-cream. He kept sipping his iced tea and nodded his head as she spoke non-stop blabbering about how her week went.

He slipped into flashbacks of how they had danced on the streets with big shopping bags on their first date.
They both enjoyed these dates planned by her.
“So, shall we plan the next date for Saturday night, Dad?
“Any time you wish, my big girl!. ”

After the heartbreaking divorce, he could never say no to these little moments of joy, his biggest source of happiness.

Bangalore life/mommy/Thoughts

Awakening from an empty nest

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Few days ago, when I left my young one at her grandparents’ house for the vacation, I was perplexed at the mixed emotions. On one hand there was the freedom, which I have been so longing for, allowing me to fly away and do things which were restricted by the presence of a young child, but there was also the guilt that I am keeping a young child away from her mother.

Hours later, I was proved totally wrong, when she called on my mobile phone, to let us know of her busy schedule throughout the day. Not hearing an inkling of even a tiny bit of missing from her part, the reality dawned onto me slowly, that its us parents who long for the children than vice versa.
I could slowly sense the shaken feeling of every mother whose child has flown away from her nest or has a grown up child. The mere existence and meanings of life are pondered about in seconds, when we recenter ourselves and allow the dust to settle again at the bottom. Continue reading →