.. stumbling upon a new beach park when attending a barbeque party; inhaling the lovely smell of roast sweet potatoes and watching the sea through the gaps between the coconut trees, thinking of this beauty called life, feeling inspired to take that one extra step to make one dream a reality; letting the nostalgia of summer holidays by the not-so-clean riverside wash over you because while this cleanliness looks beautiful and pristine, the memories associated with a not-so-clean beach are priceless.
.. sipping on filter coffee, the ever-familiar frothy ice-creamy layer, making the “srrp” sound without a bother because that was how it tasted awesome; tearfully remembering that no matter what, this will always smell of ma and sometimes a bit of corriander when she forgot to wash her hands before serving the coffee in a hurry while packing our lunch boxes. Why doesn’t my coffee come an inch close?
…. weaving paper to make tea coasters because the act of weaving is meditation; the thoughts that cross your mind amaze you and the joy that engulfs you during the process of creation seems to be contagious. It makes you look forward to wash that pile of dishes, even.
…. K satisfying the midnight craving for a nice plum by walking all the way to the refridgerator which is by no means a small feat once you are settled nicely in bed; munching on one plum after the other, marvelling at how God can create something so resplendent and tasty and juicy that opens up warm memories of papa bringing home plum boxes for Chintu and me to devour.
…. celebrating Valentine’s day by watching fighter planes making hearts, feeling dizzy with happiness and wishing that “fighter” planes always did that.
…. making poochkas at home and teasing Chintu endlessly; fighting with K for that last one and realizing that there is one more poochka on the countertop, left behind by mistake and then dashing towards it because there is nothing so tasty as the last one; K winning the race but letting me have half of it because, mushily though, that’s how we roll.
…. play-doh. Everytime I walk into Popular or Toys-R-Us, I walk out with a box of play-doh. The colours, the texture, the fact that it is so pliable and can make anything from anywhere draws me to them each time. Why, even the little jars are so pretty! What can make it better? A pair of little hands that share your enchantment.
— lying on the grass, savouring the tactile sensation that puts the best couch to shame; watching the big sea and the small waves and ripples that make it, realizing all over again how life is in its small moments; watching a couple getting cozy and feeling shy; singing along in gay abandon with K, falling in love with how music binds us together at so many levels; cherishing the Sunday evening and looking forward to a nice Monday.
….. knowing and feeling secure in the knowledge that this list is endless.