It’s not that time of the year without late dawns and early dusks. I did not mention sunrises and sunsets because the sun, hereon, will mark itself for making special appearances only. And whenever it will, it will make sure the vibrant hues in the sky suffice for my lack of photography skills and infuse some action to my otherwise dormant Instagram feed.
It’s not that time of the year without carrying out numerous captures in the city parks. I have not volunteered with the county police as yet (nor do I see any future prospects) and going about capturing miscreants. My role will be of a Tree Paparazzo capturing the photos of the autumn shades of nature in general and trees in particular.
It’s not that time of the year without having to worry about a change of crinkled kurta or shirt from the previous night for the morning school runs. Who cares for the crinkles when there is the much-required overcoat or a jacket to cover-up and save from the cold. The same goes for the hairdo too. A woolen cap on the head helps in not wasting precious morning time in combing the disheveled strands or to shirk off the white flour from the hair. Sometimes, I do wonder if my head would like to take away the job of rolling out paranthas from my hands. This sounds lame!
And, before you begin to marvel about my running to school each morning, please have my assurance there is a huge gap not meant to be bridged, in any way, between the (British) theory and the practice of dropping the kid at school.
It’s not that time of the year without feeling upbeat for Diwali. Diwali for me means organizing the cupboards and doing away with the unwanted clutter. This Diwali week I must also resolve to clear out the basket full of clothes waiting to be ironed ever since the beginning of this year. I am afraid if that pile is not cleared this Diwali then those clothes might need carbon dating on next year’s Diwali as to when were they last washed.
Aah! How much I love ironing! I have never claimed so.
It’s not that time of the year without putting up the (Made in China) twinkling lights in the windows and lighting the fragrance candles (not made in China, I suppose) in the house. The twinkling lights bring out the brighter side of an otherwise gloomy and super serious interior and exterior of real me
Talk about the differences between the real and online avatars of people.
It’s not that time of the year without the darker hours getting longer and longer with each passing day and I crocheting away to glory in the darkness. I am imagining myself as a 101-year-old woman with glasses as thick as the thickest magnifying glass doing a yarn over and pull through repeatedly with the crochet hook in the flickering light of an oil lamp.
It’s not that time of the year without deciding not to hang up my blogging boots. Neither sooner nor later. Surely, there will still be 5 more years to go about losing and finding my muses.
The prompt for this edition of #WordsMatter linkup is ‘It’s not that time of the year without…’
I received this tag from Rajlakshmi at Destiny’s Child. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Pragya Bhatt at Yoga with Pragya. There are 38 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days – 4, 5, 6 October 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop and prepare to be wowed!