June brings a lot of hidden but cherished memories..
The most important one being the re opening of schools in India.. After the long hot summer vacations, June was the month when schools reopened..
The smell of new books..uniforms..new shoes…ahhh not to forget a new lunch basket complete with new water bottle and lunch box..
A new beginning in terms of academics…the excitement of getting back to school, meeting up friends, being promoted to a new class and new teachers too..
That’s more than what a young me could ask for.. June also heralds the onset of monsoons…the rainy dreamy days of my home town Bangalore is a thing to experience..β
βAt midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.β β Edgar Allan Poe
With all that’s happening around us, a little humour sure does help!!
So here we go…
History Professor to class: “In ancient Greece, men had an interesting way to propose to a woman. He would throw an apple at the woman, and if the woman accepted the apple meant that she was interested.”
It is wonderful how sometimes blogs tend to become a way of reminiscing one’s past.. Atleast through portals like these the memories lying deep and forgotten are relived …
Come rainy days and I can’t stop myself from remembering all the times as a kid I looked forward to the rains.. Morning rains heralded “A no school today” option or if the sky was cloudy and somehow I managed to reach school the prayers to god to let it rain were endless… Rains around 3-4 p.m indicated that going home would be a real task.. I can recall parents with dripping raincoats waiting to pick up kids at the main gate.. Talking of raincoats, I had a pink one..I don’t remember my brother’s, it must have been a blue one..
I envied my moms, a light pink floral long raincoat with a hoodie to match with.. My dad’s was more of the serious typical boring brown types before I go on and on, those were the days we did not have a car.. Owning a car was a luxury in the late 80s and early 90s..
Having your own telephone also was considered a luxury in those days, more about that in later posts.. I remember mum or dad coming to drop and pick us up…( my brother and me belonged to different schoolsπ I still wonder why?? ) So I was the last one to be picked… My dad had a scooter and my mom a (moped) A Luna to be more precise, a very “IN” thing those days.. So getting wet in the rain inspite of the raincoat, rushing to meet the waiting parents and coming home half drenched was real fun though..
Rainy days also come with power outage in India..even now π
If it rains, take it for granted there would be one round of power cut – that’s what we call it here… So if mom brought us home one could expect dad to be cooking something special.. My memories of a particular evening goes like this, Dad had minced meat marinated to make sheekh kababs.. I remember him warming the coals in a wide mouthed earthen pot.. He had actually made the skewers himself, before I knew the right word for it I used to call them grill sticks!!π He skillfully crafted the skewers with wooden pieces which sprouted long strong wires..inspite of being a banker he was pretty good at this.Then he used to put the marinated meat on the skewers and fan the coal till the meat was cooked and tender..
We all huddled up in the dark (with the power still gone) against the warmth of the coals and enjoyed the delicacy served.. Having a generator backup was out of question in those days.. Then mom used to make delicious Cardamom Tea to go with it..π The best part was no tuitions and home work could wait, yippee a real joy for us!! Thus passed rainy evenings, that linger on my memories..
Many a rainy evening have I imagined the old times and wished to go back in time, which again will remain a wish alone.. Ofcourse I can recreate that scene but it will never be the same..
Hope to make new memories which one day maybe my daughter will get to relive…what’s your rainy day memories…?
Been a long time..everytime I think I should be posting more regularly and it never happens…
A lot happening around us..too much of sad news everyday..open any social media and all I get to read is someone is dying..some one needs oxygen cylinders/ concentrators or plasma or remdesivir and the list goes on..too much to take in..
The death tolls going up everyday..every other family friend I know passing away…wats app filled with sad news and requests for oxygen and medicines..feels it is never ending..
During this pandemic when everything around seems soo dull and gloomy all one can do is heal mentally and physically…get back to feeling good and appreciating the little things life has to offer..
Being a doctor and a frontline worker last year this year have decided to take it easy and stay put at home as I have elderly in laws and toddler to take care..
With Inlaws testing positive and having to stop the house help and cook..being a working mother, taking a break from work seems inevitable..
Seriously this pandemic has put in a lot of questions and doubts about the future…
It is like you just wake up everyday and wonder ok what’s in store today??!!
Wonder what is going to happen or what new twist am I going to see…so all one can do is stay put and be thankful that atleast we live to see another day…as of now I am off to my mommy and daughter in law duties..
Hope all my wordpress readers friends across the globe are safe..wishing everyone good health..π€π€π€