Aai*
Anita finished folding a tissue into a fan and kept on top of a pile which she had made today. Since there were no more tissues, she started pleating her bedsheet. Tiny folds, each fold precisely put over the one below it.
“They really should be giving me more paper and I can’t find my scissors either..I will tell the lady who brings my meals. Is she Laxmi? Or Parvati?
And why am I here..I want to go home ..”
Anita tried very hard but could not recollect where she was. They said this was her home, but somehow she felt herself a stranger here. Her mind seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog..anywhere she looked was a blank..not even a faint memory.
“Maybe I should ask the kind Man who comes to check on me daily. How does he know I like Mango ice-cream? And rose petals to make into a rangoli**. He seems to know everything about me.”
The doorbell rang and his voice reverberated in the house.
“Kashi ahes? I have brought karanji for you today Aai.”***
So saying he sat down to feed her.
Translation:
* Aai means Mother in Marathi
**Rangoli are designs created on the floor usually as an auspicious sign.
*** How are you? I have brought Karanji for you today Mother.
Karanji is a sweet preparation like Gujjia.
I am joining Vinitha in her Fiction Monday series using the promt ‘faint’.
First Steps
Abhi’s cousin had sequinned shoes and Abhie longed to wear them, the only time , when she had envied anyone. Sensing her desire Ma had got her similar ones as a trophy for today’s task. Abhi smiled in anticipation and excitement. After 10 years on this earth, today she was taking her first steps in the Parallel Bars. She commanded her unwilling limbs supported with splints to move ahead one excruciating step at a time. It was tough going.
Abhi thought she would faint as her throat went dry even as the twinkling shoes at the far end beckoned her forwards. She could see herself in the biggest sequin and the shoes glowed golden from sunlight streaming in from the window.
Abhi was almost there… She could sense Ma and Varshadi- her therapist, cheering her on but their words were drowned by the thudding of her heart. Three steps more, two more and then suddenly she was enveloped in her Ma’s arms, both crying copiously as if their hearts would break. Abhi tried to wipe her mother’s tears, which seemed to be glittering brighter than any baubles.. So what if her limbs were not fully under her control and her speech not clear? Abhilasha was one of God’s own children and ‘special’ to everyone else.
The shoes were a perfect fit and Abhi admired her multiple reflections in them. She was tired but agreed instantaneously for another walk. Her life journey would be rockier than most others but she could do it, she would!
I am joining Vinitha in her Fiction Monday series using the word prompt ‘faint’.
Red and Green (ThursdayTreeLove)
The Gulmohor (Delonix regia) of the Caesalpiniaceae family is a deciduous tree -which means it loses its foliage in the winter. Come summer it bursts into full red glory (sometimes orange).. but once it rains, the tree becomes a glorious green canopy.
Here are the images of the same tree in May and August! Nature has its own way of signalling seasons to the trees. Is it the temperature, position of the Sun, or something else?
Either way, trees dont need a calender .. infact, sometimes they indicate the upcoming season to us!
This is my TTL post from May 2020 – the very same tree in full red glory!
I am joining Parul in her ThursdayTreeLove bloghop. Do head over to see some fantastic trees from around the world. Better still, join in!
Tranquil (Wordless Wednesday)
Tigers Nest (Wordless Wednesday)
Last year we trekked up to the Tigers Nest, at Paro in Bhutan. It is an iconic monastry situated precariously at the very edge of a cliff at an altitude of around 10,200 feet. A visit to Bhutan is incomplete without trekking up to the Tigers Nest.
It is a demanding walk but the beautiful surroundings makes one forget time and effort. The walk is made richer as one can can spot amazing birds, butterflies enroute.
Here are a few glimpses … all images from my cell phone..
I hope you enjoyed this virtual trek with me! I would love to hear from you!
Surprise
Meena sat desultorily in the Mall guarding the numerous bags that Anu, her daughter-in-law had deposited in her care along with the children. Anu was getting her nails done.
Music blaring from hidden speakers drowned out shrieks of her grandchildren playing in the Kids Zone. The Game Console shone with bright lights which made it the top attraction. A toy train chugged past, whistling ineffectively in its attempt to clear its path.
They had been here since the Mall opened and Meena’s knees were protesting. Her feet ached from the unbroken Walking Shoes. Was her Plantar Fascitis returning? Walking on these super smooth floors was not easy at her age.
She was nursing an expensive coffee that had more froth than brew. It was cold now and tasteless . Maybe she should have opted for good old Nimboo Pani instead..
Meena had never understood the attraction of spending time in a Mall.
Before her patience was tested, Anu returned, smiling from ear to ear.
“Thank you so much Maaji. I hope the kids did not trouble too much. Now its your turn. I have booked a special foot massage for you. All you have to do is relax, I will mind the bags and kids.”
So saying she escorted a happily surprised Meena into the Spa she had just exited.
I am joining Vinitha in her Fiction Monday series using the word prompt ‘bright’.
Yellow (ThursdayTreeLove)
What do you first see in this image? I know you will say trees.. we are on ThursdayTreeLove after all!! And you are right!!
Normally I would have admired the clouds or the view but this time the yellow blaze caught my eye. So much so that I walked an extra 500m to reach this tree.
There grew a row of Peltophorum pterocarpum and all were in bloom. Their blazing yellow flowers were the head turners that day. This tree belongs to the Caesalpiniaceae family and is known as Copper Pod Tree. It is a common avenue tree in Pune and its dense green foliage is made up of pretty feather like leaves . Its fragrant flowers give way to rusty red pods hence the local name Copper Pod tree. The Peltophorum looks wonderful in bloom as well as when full of these coppery pods.
As I said, this is mostly an avenue tree which means one cannot really sit under its dense cool shade or enjoy its fragrance … It is all in a days work for the Peltophorum to lay out a yellow carpet for morning walkers..
Have you seen this majestic tree and enjoyed the fragrance of its blooms?
I am joining Parul in her ThursdayTreeLove blog hop. Do head over to see some fantastic trees from around the world. Better still, join in!
Amazing Ochna (Wordless Wednesday)
Its finally rained in Pune and my Ochna is welcoming it whole heartedly!
Here are its blooms .. used my phone-friendly macro lens after a long time!
I am sure you loved these flowers as much as I enjoyed sharing with you.
I am joining Natasha in her Wordless Wednesday blog hop.
Innocent
He looked around this office which had been his home for the last decade.
He had started as as a Lab Assistant and rose to be the Institute’s Chief Administrator.
Over the years, the primary school had grown to this premier stature. Professionally, it had been an immensely satisfying journey. Their new building housed a state-of-the-art Sciences Laboratory and a Sports Complex.
Being his last working day he was clearing out the office.
Books. Photographs. Mementos.
All packed.
Ready to move.
Except for one last thing – A file which was the only blemish on an otherwise spotless career.
It held correspondence about accusations against him about accepting favours for choosing vendors for the new Lab.
In the ensuing proceedings, his words had fallen on deaf ears.
The Board did not believe him when he repeatedly said, “I am innocent.”
Hence this premature retirement.
With a deep sigh, he picked up his bag and walked out for the last time, head held high to his new SUV parked outside.
I am joining Vinitha in her Fiction Monday series using the word prompt “innocent”