Sound of Premonition

Life is the sound of wind chimes right now. And a growing feeling that something is going to happen to disturb it. 

Wrong Notions

Pal calls to wish me more than a month after my birthday and as usual rains some topics on me before hanging up. P considers her a wild thing(Did I make him think that?). After I finish talking, he tells me (don't know if he means it!) that I shouldn't talk to her so much, lest she spoil me. And I, who Pal calls a wild thing, feel a pang of guilt towards Pal and him both, which I bury in a fit of laughter. Life is surreal right now. 

Tastes of the Past

Sometimes when I prepare something different from usual, I wonder if the kids will remember its taste years down the line. Will Anu suddenly get the taste of the wheat cake in her mouth just like I get Aayi's Avalakki Manohara in mine? 

I told Aayi the other day that I now marvel at the energy she would've had to summon to make almost every breakfast special like that. I really do, especially when Rishi threatens to go hungry if he doesn't like what's made. I guess she wasn't expecting this after all these years and I could sense her voice thicken. 

 It annoys Razia that I go for morning walks despite my reasonable size. Everytime she sees me walking, I'm sure to get a sermon on why I need nothing of that sort because I work enough at home. As if to dissuade me further, she points to my neighbour double my size. I laugh at that and tell her that both of us need it because we've hit the forties. Razia is not convinced. 

Eventful

The last one month has been trying, to say the least. I suddenly developed sciatica and I don't think even my recovery from c-section deliveries was this bad. At one point, it felt as if I would never be able to wear my pyjamas without wincing. Just when I was rejoicing at having proven it wrong so quickly, I fell and hurt my chin. Two stitches and a ear that hurt like a stone was grinding it, when I ate or yawned. It was funny, being back on the bed resting. But something I've learnt through these days is that with some bit of support from me in the form of intermittent rest, my body can bounce back very well. So now I've hit the walking track with renewed energy and for some reason, my legs seem to be doing better than before. 

I need to sleep better. It's almost six months now. I'm sure D doesn't have any such problems. He seems to have it sorted so well, irritates me sometimes.