A memory.

A memory.

            My earliest memory of writing is when I was in my early twenties. Although, I did enjoy writing  essays in my English exams when I was in college, writing  for someone other than my college professors, began a few years after college. I began maintaining a diary when I stepped into my twenties. But, writing serious stuff began a couple years later.
          When the heart is on its own romantic journey, and when all you think about is falling in love with that tall, dark, handsome guy, it is  writing love poems that takes  you by  storm. And, I, being a diehard romantic, took to writing little poems about finding my crazy, stupid love!
        I remember writing one such  poem and hesitantly showing it to mum, who had become a good friend after a  stormy relationship,  thanks to  my terrible teens. I whispered to her that I had attempted a poem, and would she give it a dekko?  I opened my diary to the page of the poem and hastened out of the room, blushing a deep red!
       My mum, being a sweetheart, read it and commented on it in writing, in her own sweet way. A gesture that has stayed in my heart to this day. Actually, that tiny gesture was what made me hope to be a mother like mine, to my own daughter some day!
        After that first attempt, I managed to write a few more of those poems. But then, life took over. I got a job, met my tall, dark, handsome guy and forgot all about writing poems. Well, the love letters I wrote to my fiancé kept me too  busy for those poems!

         Nearly twenty years later, I took up writing all over again, at the behest of a dear friend, who felt I had it in me to be a decent writer. So here I am, with my blog and my 211th post on  memories of my distant past.

The music of sound!

The music of sound!

             Aren’t we all blessed to be able to hear ?   Myriads of sounds reach our ears – some pleasant, others, not so, and yet  others,  too harsh to bear. Some remind us of  moments so beautiful, they stay embedded in our memory for an eternity. Some  bring with them a sense of calm and peace on a chaotic day. And, we all have our favourite sounds, just like we do our favourite aromas.

           Mine are a few, that instantly put me in a state of bliss. Like, the sound of two shells I picked up at a beach I had been to some months ago. The sweet pattering sound they emit when tapped against each other fills me with a kind of positivity – like, everything is going to turn out just fine! I rattle  those shells every time I open the drawer I have placed them in.

          And, the chirping of the sparrows early in the morning,  as they come to feed at  the bird feeder in my balcony – ah, sheer bliss. The peaceful calm of the dawn, stirred a bit by the soft chirping, feels like the best music ever! In fact, watching those sparrows flitting about the feeder, sipping water from the nearby water bowl gives me a sense of satisfaction.

         Hearing my mother’s voice on the other end of the phone when I call her up. Well, that feels like a gift of God! Moments when  I simply yearn to hear her voice and she speaks into the phone, “Hello,”  – THAT is a wish fulfilled!

        The clickety click sound that my heels make on a marble floor. Now, that sound gives me a high!  We all have those fantasies, wherein we see ourselves strutting about like those screen goddesses – glamorous, exuding chutzpah, shining in the spotlight, don’t we?! Ooh, how I love the way that sound makes me feel!

      And, finally, the sound of silence. The silence at the break of dawn, when I am awake and the world still enjoying a few more moments of slumber. The moment when I feel one with the Universe, with God.  Time, when I can hear not only my breathing, but also the rush of my thoughts as they clamour for my attention. I could live the rest of my life in that moment!  I have come to love this sound so much so, that I find every other artificial sound jarring. Like the sound, or rather, the noise that electronic equipments emit. Ugh!

         Well, these are some of my favourite sounds! Which are yours?

From Chikoo’s album.

From Chikoo’s album.

Sharing some snapshots of Chikoo’s; mostly candid ones, as he is not very camera friendly. He grumbles when I even look at my phone! So, aiming the  camera at him is something that drives him crazy.

Reflecting…
Cooling after a tiring walk…in a puddle!
NO PICTURES, PLEASE!

Sigh, those good ol’ days…

This is my territory!
Curiosities.

Curiosities.

 An amusing memory from my distant past…

                It was a daily routine of the neighbourhood aunties.  Evenings would invariably find the trio planted onto a favourite bench in the park; packets of bhelpuri or sevpuri open in their laps and risque jokes spewing from their painted mouths.  With one eye on us kids,  as we played nearby, and the other eye on the young couples, who hid behind the trees, cooing sweet nothings to each other, these aunties went about their business of gossiping about all and sundry, arousing curiosity in those around. The mischievous looks they gave each other on spotting the lovebirds spoke volumes about what transpired in those grown-up minds.
              And, our ever inquisitive juvenile minds would often try to make sense of the tidbits that wafted past us; but, whom would we ask what those meant? From their sniggers and guffaws, we kids did  know their talks consisted of  the ‘unmentionable’ stuff, not meant for our innocent minds.  For, each time we tried inching closer to them, they would shush each other up and glare at us for trying to eavesdrop.
               A loud crack of  laughter from their corner and we little ones  suppressed shy giggles. How that memory brings a smile to my face now!
         
           I find it amusing, and a tad ridiculous, at all that intrigue from back then.  But, that’s how young minds are – ever so inquisitive, curious to know what goes on in the adult world, in  the adult talks.  Especially curious about what they  are not entitled to learn about at their tender age.

          Do you remember those times from your childhood, when you would paste your ears to the walls, trying to catch snippets of  discussions that went on between the elders in the adjacent room,  and then dissecting them to make sense of it all?

*The above post has been written for Wordy Wednesday.
This week’s prompt: Word prompt: RISQUE.
This week’s prompt comes from  B-A-R member, writer and blogger, Geetika Gupta

       

The ways of the world.

The ways of the world.

                    I read this quote  on Facebook; a quote that hits home in today’s world of relationships that are more superficial than meaningful. And, with the reign of technology that has supposedly brought the world closer, close relationships seem to have lost the bond that held them together.

                 

          The quote is Anonymous.

          It  may sound a tad  negative, but it sure sounds true. Or, has it always been like this?  Is it only because of the social media that the ways of life get written about and circulated through such quotes on a large scale these days?

       I think, I need to follow what a dear friend of mine advised me to do: do things that make me happy, avoid  things that exude  negative energy and vitiate our thoughts, and to not take things personally. Maybe then, I will be at peace with myself and with the world.