Life moves on, inevitably.
Life moves irrespective of the fact whether you want to move on or not. Things, circumstances, and situations change as a result thereof. The issues which you prayed for to vanish do vanish away with time and then you discover the prayers must keep going because there is always something to pray for. The same happens to the good things in life also. Everything is temporary. The permanent lesson is to be grateful for the good times and things in life.
While the journey of gratitude continues, it happens once in a while (or maybe often) that you look back at the good old days and miss the nuances of those days.
Well, I am in that mood today.
There have been lots to be grateful about in the last one month of our stay here. It did not actually sink in easily this morning – one month is already over. At the same time, I have missed a few things about my life spent in Bangalore, India. The ones which made life smooth.
The domestic help.
Each day while I play the stare game with the dirty kitchen, the dirty dishes, the dirty floor and the dirty bathroom, I miss the domestic help terribly. There is just too much work here in the name of chores. Their invincible nature made sure I stayed away from reading and blogging. I have only managed to squeeze in physical exercises with YouTube videos, but with questionable efficacy.
My domestic help was also the best of all I have ever had and the one I felt constantly grateful for.
Even the book which I am (trying to) reading these days is ‘The Help’. Not helping, at all.
2. My perfect tea.
If there is one thing I want to be perfect for myself is my tea. But the word ‘is‘, in this context, has got replaced by ‘used to be‘.
I used to prepare my tea with accurate precision. It was a process and had a step by step procedure comprising of optimum quantity of crushed ginger, tea leaves, jaggery powder, water, and milk boiled together exactly for 6-7 minutes. It was precision to the T(ea).
A month already and after trying numerous permutations and combinations, altering the quantities, changing the milk from semi-skimmed to whole, boiling it, burning it, letting it overflow, this Madam Curie has not been able to achieve the desired result. In the absence of my perfect tea, I have given up on it completely and switched to its cousin – instant coffee. Although it is not the same.
3. My friends.
In Bangalore, after a long day of staying shut at home blogging or writing or doing anything else, evenings were the time when I went downstairs to the apartment play area to meet up with friends and chat while watching the children play. It was relaxing to have a good laugh with them and walking together around the complex. The last year was the most wonderful time when I discovered new fun-loving, like-minded and almost identical personalities and strengthened ties with the old ones.
A month is too short a time for making friends and it is going to take its own sweet time.
4. Buying new picture books.
I love colourful picture books. Most of our outings in Bangalore used to be to the Lightroom Bookstore, the children’s bookstore and the picture books bought were equal to happiness for me. It is difficult for me to keep low lying if I am in a bookstore surrounded by picture books.
When we were shifting and packing the stuff for storage, the books were a major concern. Leaving them behind was an unavoidable decision and required serious detachment work. Hence, it was mutually agreed upon in the family I will not buy new books during the stay in UK considering the financial side of first buying them and later cargo them to India on return and also the lack of storage space at our current place.
I had high hopes for the library, still have, but not buying new picture books is certainly equivalent to feeling strangulated.
5. Swiggy – the food ordering app.
I do not cook by choice but by necessity. I get sick of cooking 2-3 meals 7 days a week and I don’t like to go out (often) to eat. In such a scenario, Swiggy was a boon. Whether it was for Friday evening parties Dhruv and I had every week ordering our favourite dish or any other day when I didn’t feel like cooking, Swiggy always came handy.
Hard luck, I am the same reluctant cook and there is no such service here and also not many good vegetarian Indian food restaurants.
My next list will be about 5 (or more) things I do not miss about India. Next Monday, hopefully.
Linking this post with #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne Rodrigues