The much touted 2020 is in the books, and it’s been one of a kind. This New Year’s Eve is different, and a quiet one for most of us. So, I decided to sit back and contemplate. The onset of a New Year, and 2020 marking another new decade was much awaited with new hopes, beginnings, learning, travel, you name it. Little did anyone anticipate that most of the resolutions, travel plans and social life shall get parked for the rest of the year. Yes, we all took raincheck for almost everything. As the year proceeded I shifted my focus into things I have loved forever but couldn’t dedicate much time to like more reading, more music, trying to learn a new language, going on a nature walk to name few. But hang on, there’s more. I decided to explore no equipment workouts and yoga. That sure gave me the opportunity to brag about my small victories with the yoga poses, those not being my forte until now. Halfway down the year I got requested by two good friends across the country to be a virtual music and language coach. I had gotten busy shaking hands with more meaningful time. I continued to carve time out for my friends and dear ones, checking in on them, sharing laughter over virtual hangouts. And here I am, wrapping a year up with a heart full of gratitude, and hope. Together across the globe, we have learnt and adapted so much this year. We have evolved. Let’s get more laughter, empathy, peace, love and hope trending this New Year.
No matter how frequently or seldom one travels, it never ceases to amaze me how exciting and memorable that could get. It creates an opportunity to learn and observe with eyes wide open. The consequential travel anecdotes concocted thereafter, are always memorable. One such memorable experience of mine was at Grand Teton National Park and another one at Mac Donald Observatory. Back from exploring the beauty of Grand Teton’s mountains and lakes, I was sitting right outside my rustic log cabin shortly after dinner, gazing at the ethereally beautiful night sky, full of stars. That moment was magical.
Years later, a visit to the Mac Donald Observatory brought back the opportunity to look at stars using telescopes. I remember gazing three of them at once. Amongst them, the guide informed, the ones close to each other were Mizar A and Mizar B and the distant third one was Alcor. The brightest star viewed with naked eye, pointed another guide, was Blue Star. Magic moment relived.
I often catch myself smiling at the slightest flash of these beautiful moments. They bring joy, excitement, the quest to know more, and most importantly, memories. Beautiful memories of bedtime stories, stories at the dinner table, stories narrated at terrace under the stars. Gradually, those stories from my remembrance became the nook of respite. The narrators who were grandparents, parents and aunts always had all the time in the world to spin a yarn of anecdotes for all the children. Not just stories, but some could actually talk about the pattern of stars and the ways to observe them. Sometimes, when siblings got together counting stars, the older ones always took pride when they outnumbered the others.
Grandparents often told us about their parents being stars in the sky and that they were always looking out for us. Light years seemed not-so-distant when great grandparents were stars.
The very thought of those insouciant days creates a corner of respite in my mind. Days before television broadcasted reality shows, dramas and sitcoms incessantly, before gadgets took everyone over in it’s clutches, those were the days when yarns of tales seamlessly started spinning under the stars.
Don’t we all cherish those tales till date?
Happy Birthday 🙂
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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.
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.”
“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.”
“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?”