This is, in all likelihood, my last year in Bangalore- I'm moving out for professional growth and educational opportunities(will write about it soon). So, each of the things I clean- from my spice rack in the kitchen to my book collection in the library- I know that 'am secretly saying good-bye. Before I dust off a book, for example, there is this need to hold it tenderly and remember the time I first held it- yes, I know where,when,how,why I bought each of those books. similarly for the spices- I clearly remember where I bought them and for which dish. For example- I bought those Vanilla sticks from Kerala, from a private farm. I guess, I want to keep afresh the memories I have of those species, the books, the furniture, a rag doll, few crumpled movies tickets, my obsessive collection of stationery - esp papers and notebooks!! But funnily, when it comes to people- I'm slowly tearing away some memories. I guess... I don't want that baggage anymore. Yes, 'am doing it silently. So far hit- one man and two women down :)So yes, I'm emptying closets.
While cleaning the attic I made a wonderful discovery- love letters!! Ha ha Now listen-its kinda cute. Before my mum and dad got married, they were apart for a year after their engagement. Yes, those letters were a product of that one year of staying apart. Now, obviously 'am not revealing the contents. But what I will let you know is what those letters did to me. They gave me happiness and peace of mind. It wasn't relief - it was... happiness... It was honestly, a side of my father I had never seen. I will stop this post here-yes, its abrupt but I can't go on... 'am so choked with emotions... Life IS b-e-u-t-ful!!!
This season, may love enter your homes and your hearts.
Love,
Ash
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