Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Never Imagined Moving to a NEW HOME can bring Sheer Delight!

October 2015, my then fiancee (now husband) was in search for a house on rent in Gandhinagar, Gujarat. After working for about 4.5 years, he was actually settling in here. Spouse, family, and a comfortable place to live which WE would call it OUR HOME, was on his mind.

So after much hullabaloo and frequenting property agent's doors, he was finally able to get a really COOL property in Shukan Sky (F- 704) (Gosh! I am going to miss this place so bad!) which I wouldn't have imagined to have in Delhi. 



Coming straight to December 2015, I ended up landing with him and my first reaction on seeing that house was WOW!! The views were superb. The 2-bedroom house had such a panoramic view. My god! The balcony would open its doors to a small farmland, but that had really tall trees. Whenever I opened that balcony door, the cool blue breeze used to kiss upon the cheek and that feeling was just outstanding. 

View from the Balcony


Each day, a new bird used to land up in the balcony and frankly, I had never seen such colourful pretty birds in my life till now. I was so well aware of their chirping, I knew which bird would it be (though I may not be knowing their biological or popular names, but I did knew how they look like). 

World of Wonder

Sunset


Come Friday, we had the plans of walking to the nearby theatre that was just 5-minutes walk away from my place. Trips to Museums in Ahmedabad or sitting on the bench at Riverfront was something we would wait for eagerly. Else, we would just randomly go out on the bike at midnight to savour the Pathikashram's (Delhi's Comesum) famous Club Sandwich. The incredible sunrises and sunsets, his first birthday, my first birthday, our anniversary, the garba, everything "first" happened in there. Time rolled very fast in there. Life was going pretty well in that home, but that wasn't OURS.

Sunset

Sunrise


Coming straight to January 2017, the New Year brought NEW Resolutions. Oh! It was time to make a resolution for our life. One fine day, with mutual consent, we both agreed to shift to OUR HOUSE - A HOUSE THAT WE CAN CALL IT A HOME, WHERE I CAN DECORATE AS I WISH. We started hunting for a decent property that was well in our budget. 

After searching for about 30 properties (both online and offline), we agreed to seal the deal with THE ONE. It was the exterior of the apartment and the serenity this place offers attracted us. I, being the nature lover, fell in love with this place instantly. The dense forest cover, low population, an ancient temple nearby, and peacocks, peacocks and some more peacocks is what gives me that rustic (old school) feel. 



After all the formalities related to property buying were done, we finally moved to this new (undisclosed) place (I don't want crowd in this place, EVER! because that brings filth, noise, and pollution). Apart from it, more building means deforestation = No place for peacocks to live, disturbs the natural ecosystem. 

The family came over and we entered this place with full vidhi-vidhaan. Frankly, it was a week-long ceremony and involved all the packing and unpacking of stuff, memories, portraits, all "the first" events and everything else. True to the human nature, adjusting here was a little difficult initially. But, as things proceeded, life here is way more comfortable. 

I wake up to peacock's call each day and it rains heavily, 24 X 7. The music that the falling rain drops produce is just amazing. Try listening to it once and I am sure you will love it. On weekends, we brunch in our balcony and take in the exotic views that this place has to offer.



With barely any vehicular noise, I have plenty of time for myself and scribble what I love doing the most. It was only here, I created a Facebook page (not for monetary reasons, but for heart's contentment) where I publish my one-liners. If you like, do join it here - 

Finally, if YOU ARE HERE, I bet, you wouldn't want to go back to your own place. 

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

The Cat Fights

As I peeped out of my balcony today, I saw two girls playing badminton.
They reminded me of my teenage days when I used to play the game with my sister
It was soo funny the way we used to end the game abruptly for not picking up the shuttlecock (Am I serious? Yes! It used to be a fact then :P
How we had a knack for deciding and fighting over identifying the "palas", where the cock fell. And the subtle game of racquet soon turns into arguments and counter-arguments...
Gawd I miss that phase! I miss playing that game with you Kanika Mittal
I wish I could capture that moment to relive it again. But, mobile phones and digital cameras were not in vogue (Thank God! Else, we wouldn't have cherished the memories of that game today)
Hopefully, that time will come soon when we both will have racquet in our hands and this time, without fighting for picking up the shuttlecock :P :P
Feeling nostalgic... Missing You!


When You Crave for the Good Ol' Sibling Love!!

A year is about to come to an end since I departed miles away from my family. In these 340 days, I had missed my home city only twice. One for the first time as I was leaving to start the new journey with my husband and the second time, it was about last night.


The pain of separation from your family especially sibling grips you completely. How soon time flies, I realized just a day back. 25 years have passed since we know each other. From being biggest enemies to best buddies, our relationship has grown tremendously and has seen quite ups and downs. There used to be a time when incessant cat fights and those back-biting to mom gave us the ultimate solace. Staying away from each other was the only means which gave us sheer delight then. But it was way-way back.
Then came a time when the sibling enmity soon turned to love and none of us really realized when and how did it happen. And even after marriage we still fight. YES! those same old cat fights. But the nature of the cat fights has changed to being more concerned and considerate.
This Diwali after so many years we finally got time to ourselves - just the two of us were there. Roaming on the streets, for getting what we most loved to do - shop. No husbands, no kids just the two of us. That was liberating and she again pampered me with things like clothes, street food and her love and attention. This time, I was so touched. Each time she did these things for me but I don't know what difference it made this time. I don't know whether I was missing Mumma or if it was the fever that I had contracted and she prepared a freshly brewed coffee for me at 0200 AM. Or it was the silent promise to say I'll be with you forever no matter what. But whatever it was. The feeling is just unexplainable.
As I reached the railway station, a bucket full of tears started flowing from the eyes. A year back, my sister came to drop me and I was standing at the same spot. This time, I really didn't wish to leave Delhi despite so many shortcomings this city has. The travel instinct in me wished to stay here and here forever.
As I was leaving her, In the last 340 days, probably this was the longest and tightest hug that I gave her. I was crying for her company like a baby. I was missing her.. Missing my family. True, kids, husbands, work and other priorities have taken over, but some things I just wish and pray never change.
I love you to the core Kanika 😘😘😘

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

An Eye For My Love

New Year ringed in and I started with the second novel of the year (first being The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope) - An Eye for My Love by Vibhor Tikiya. 



The story starts with an intense sequence and moves on to the flashback to take you to the plush restaurants of Morocco, ancient Mummies of Egypt and exotic lanes of Paris where the protagonist Dhruv meets his lady love, Aisha. Being a travel aficionado, I liked how the author has described these countries. Rabat has an amazing feel to it. Roadside cafes and a number of Moroccan restaurants offering traditional Moroccan cuisine, it is home to the political who's who of the country and the city is full of political office........the primary language spoken was French....they hardly knew any English. 

The charm of Paris was in the smaller details: the quaint cobblestone streets, prettily trimmed trees, perfectly puffed pastries, dainty tea salons and much more.........The city was buzzing, roads were clean and the bars were full of merriment. 

The emotions of a father, of a mother and of a lover are lucidly described in this novel. The best part of the novel is the opening conversation with the protagonist's Mom (which is no more but still her teachings are still alive in his memory). Here, I would like to quote one of the paragraphs that really touched me emotionally. It goes on to say, "The favorite place in the world used to be my mother's lap. I would love lying in it and she would caress my hair. She would always tell me how good she wants my life to be. She was so full of life and hope. If I had to choose one place to go back to, I would go to her. I don't want to be anywhere else. I just want to lie in her lap once again. My mother was m life and she took away a huge part of me when she left this world."

This is basically the story of Love Found and Lost and the travails of how a vagabond, when fell in love, changed completely. References to Che Guevara, the Cuban revolutionary will not be understood by the reader initially, but as the story progresses, you will come to know why was it done at the first place. 

The story then talks about the evil and notorious men present in our society. The dastard act of rape has boggled many heads and this story will take you on one such roller coaster ride. 

Are you ready for it?   
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