As much as I love days full of things to do, I'd like to clarify I do not mean the cooking, cleaning, and running errands sort of things but the having fun sort of a day, I really do love the one-off quiet day that goes by without much done on the outside. I had the amazing day of doing nothing but be locked in a library, eat some delicious Italian food, and end it with some philosophy at a train station. Concord library was my first stop that day. My right-after-marriage life had started to pose one threat - boredom from being a housewife. Shravan suggested I head to the library so the books can keep me busy that day. Sounds good! Off I went into the Concord library. I started at the magazine section right by the door and glided through the comic strips to novels and finally to travel, my true calling. I read my first physical New Yorker April edition, and really liked the articles for how random they got. I read an article on the Mad Men series that talked about what the time frame for nostalgia is for any given generation, and the Belchel dykes comic strips. Dykes strips unfortunately didn't hold my attention long enough that I just randomly looked at books and bumped into Gone With The Wind alternatives but before I could read the first page my love, travel, took over and led me to 'No horizon so far' that had me like a puppet on strings for the next few hours till I got buzzed by the husband for lunch time. An hour of relishing Agn Aragosta and Tiramisu, I was back with Liv and Ann while they lost their radios. While their journey continued, mine ended in a few hours by a bench at the concord railway station reading everyone's philosophy guide Fountainhead ... Un jour parfait is all it was!
bhajagovindaM bhajagovindaM govindaM bhajamuuDhamate . saMpraapte sannihite kaale nahi nahi rakshati DukRiJNkaraNe This was a song I heard, playing on the tape recorder, every single day for the years that I lived with Ammamma. I never bothered understanding the meaning but listening to it now, I know how appropriate it is to her approach to life as she grew older. Visiting Ammamma in July At 108, she always had the brightest smile and sense of humour to try and keep an incoherent conversation alive with kids, grandkids, great grandkids & great-great grandkids. All she enjoyed even as she approached her century was prayers, watching the bustling street of Kingsway, a hello to her neighbours and the once in a while indulging herself in a piece of chocolate. Her food and other needs were super minimal. She lived by herself and on her terms. I won't go into the horrors of how adamant at times but instead... My most memorable moments with her wer...
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