Little Wonders

So I decided to take a break from my pending household chores, checking e-mails, phone calls, and have an entire day to myself, which means, completely engulfed in myself. I did not even want hunger apologizing, “Sorry to interrupt but I am on.” And I treated myself heartily to rule out any such odds. And then it was my time. Talking about time, I decided to look back. I was all gung ho about my childhood, to which, I am sure, most of us would say, “I second that.” Childhood is all about losing a contest and still getting awarded with, “Nice try and I am proud of you.”  It is about not getting judged on questions tagged silly and getting patient answers from elders. This reminded me of my grandmother, who was patient enough not just answering my questions but also narrating interesting stories everyday. As a five year old, my excitement knew no bounds when I was back home from school and ran to her. She readied herself for an interesting talk session every afternoon and I wondered what did she have in store. One such afternoon, I found her flipping through a carefully preserved album. The images immediately caught my attention because-
-they were black and white,
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-the children in those photos were unfamiliar to me.
 
But even before I could throw my question about who I was looking at, it was grandma pointing towards herself in the photo asking, “how did you like me in that cute little ballet dress? “ and “ this was when I was your age and was photographed with my cousins during a birthday party,” she furthered. I took a close look, and looked closer and closer, stuck by awe. After moments of close investigation into the photograph, I questioned, “You are my grandmother and you couldn’t  be small as I am, right? Aren’t all grandmas supposed be all grown up with silver hair and glasses ?” 
 
She bursted into laughter, gave me a tight hug and said, “ Back then, I had a grown up grandma too.” 
 
And like always, I was convinced by what she said, even if that kept me wondering “how” for a jiffy.
 
Back then, those thoughts were plain and simple, not silly. They are timeless memories capable of making me smile every time I remember them.
 
As evening neared, I was unwillingly into winding up the date with self to fix dinner and zeroed on trying a new recipe. I started to prepare and wondered, what if I end up cooking a not-so-tasty new meal tonight, would I judge my own cooking skills or simply say ,”nice try ” to myself.

Maine (ly) by Woods

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It was this May in the afternoon and was drizzling by then. The morning downpour finally decided to unwind. I could not get wait to get off the car and started to walk down the pathways of the Acadia National Park, Maine. Precisely speaking, at this point, the ocean was less visible and there were more trees. This forest-between-the-road led to the Otter cliff. The trees screeched around me. Trees that were not just green, but some had fascinating hues of russet and white.Image

The greens popped fresh after rains complementing the rich, bright russet.

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Not just colors, but there was more to it. The shape of the trees effortlessly ignited vivid imagination.

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Be it density of trees, or a simple solitary log, they were indeed mesmerizing.

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The Pine Tree State sure offers unique geographical features, but I was specifically smitten by the pine cones, ferns, greens, wildflowers, and rich hues.

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Far from responsibility, I was lost in the woods of Maine.

Turning One

ImageFirst birthday is always special and my blog turns one today.

                                                  Happy Birthday :-)

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Thank You team WordPress for providing this platform to begin a wonderful journey :-) 

On this special day, I would also like to express my heartfelt gratitude to all my fellow bloggers whose perennial patronage has been immensely motivational. I am thrilled to share how enthusiastic I feel about each of your visits, and opinions. That certainly means a lot coming from such wonderful people. Your time and visits are precious and will always be.

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What I do not even attempt asking her is “How are you today?”

Just like everyone else, I too love sunny days sans few that gives me occasional heat rashes. And there are other seasons too. We know of cold winters, and that it rains during monsoon, etc. Well that is how mother nature has endowed each season with. But irrespective of seasons or occasions, we all, usually, are good or fine, when asked “how are you?”

It is a social courtesy to greet someone and ask how they are doing, especially if the meet is occasional. That is what everyone does. I know someone I happen to meet on and off at certain social jamborees over quite some years now. This someone has been my subject of observation, unknowingly at first, and then with all focus. She has this special and identical tone (for years) while answering the question how are you today?” 

Following are her list of answers -

“I am not too good. Well you can see that its humid and I am sweating just way too much. Lets hope for a better and bearable summer next year.”

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“Yes I am kind of okay. It is just that the damp monsoon just doesn’t seem to get over. It was difficult but I had to make it today.”

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“Oh yeah I am ….kind of trying to cope up with the harsh and depressing winter. So not much happening these days.”

And I wonder whether-

She expects a cold summer, a hot winter or a drought? Does season needs to be customized?

All I know is that I have not ever taken a single attempt asking her “how are you?”


Acknowledgement Matters

I recently received a call from an old friend who managed to seize few hours from her hectic schedule and unwind over the phone. No thanks to her not-so-fancy-but-a real turnoff  daily routine that rarely would let us talk or even catch up online. And given the fact that this time the hiatus from our interaction was quite long, we left no stone unturned to prove the proven equation that states

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As we neared wrapping up the conversation, she spoke about something that touched. Actually if I recall the conversation that lasted a little more past sixty minutes, I must say I re-realized the importance of an easy word of immense importance – acknowledgement.

Now before I go ahead, allow me to introduce this friend of mine who is undoubtedly a versatile and rare talent. She is an

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and hardworking finance professional, an

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She does not cook so often. But she is really good when she does.And hence, a

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But above all, she is a great, great friend and human being.

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And now, this friend of mine barely can steal some time for herself and her hobbies. But  as we went ahead with our long chat, I realized it is not really time that keeps her off her interests but the motivation to do so. When we discussed how talented she always has been, she said that was once upon a time. I tried to figure out what made her feel so.And when I insisted that she should pay little attention to herself and her talent, she immediately agreed. That did suffice for me to realize that something she really misses is being genuinely acknowledged.

We love to see ourselves, our family, friends, and acquaintances  or just anyone we know, smiling and relaxed. Don’t we? I think it is not that difficult a task if we remember to acknowledge. It does matter and make a difference. We are all human beings who love to loved. Acknowledgement is inexpensive. But it has that feel good factor that acts as a powerful motivational tool that matters more than an expensive gift. Whether at job, or amidst friends or family, every individual  likes to get noticed.

For instance:

1) It is common for a watchman (in offices, restaurants, etc) to salute everyone  everyday.But how about the watchman being greeted in return? That would definitely make his day because uncommon is priceless. 

2) How about appreciating a student for his/ her art and craft and ignoring his/ her not-so-strong mathematics?

Well, it matters! Even if an individual is aware of his/her talent, it means a lot when someone else appreciates him/her. It is a priceless power booster. So,let us go ahead and just


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Note From A Little Heart

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My neighborhood is quite happening with diner and potluck plans (with/without any occasion)on, thus turning any day into a halcyon day. I am an active participant but not really a planner. While others plan, and if I am not reading, I prefer playing with my  two 5 year old playmates -R’n’B (that is how I address them with the first alphabet of their first names). We play air hockey, watch Tom and Jerry or Transformers, Oscar’s Oasis and so on together. We also love running around the lawn playing picnic and fishing games. I was hosting this farewell dinner for R and family, two days before their moving out. Lots of cooking, chat, and eating went on. I could not really play that day as I was busy preparing diner. R was getting kind of bored until he discovered some stationeries and got occupied scribbling. The party went on, amidst which, I went on to pull out some soda cans from my refrigerator. Something was unusual and my eyes ran carefully through the fridge magnets trying to figure out the difference.  And there it was. I found a stick note on my fridge that read,” I love you but bye.” I knew I was going to miss one of my playmates-R and kept uttering that on and off. But he never uttered until that day. A flow of emotions ran as I was waving them good-bye two days later. And everyday since then, the stick note reminds me how much I am loved.