In a mad rush through the evening chores, I went to the backyard to drop off some plastic stuff in the recycle bin and saw this beautiful sight in our neighbor’s yard.
Don’t message me with – “Ambal, WTH? You are beginning to lost it yo. It is just a bunch of (bull) blurry lights.”
The lights remind me that the holidays (and much needed down time for me and the family) are not too far away. Yipee!!
Come on. Admit it. Are you not excited about the lights?
I really like how this week is beginning to slow down to get us started for Thanksgiving.
Come, let us have some tea and continue to talk about happy things. – Chaim Potok
When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment? -Muriel Barbery
As much as I love fine food and adore the folks who make it, I was never intent on cooking fine food.
The simple reason being…I always have had access to excellent food. Family and friends cook yummy food that I can partake off.
Works out alright? Right?
In the midst of this “I ain’t cooking anything fancy” mode that I have managed to pull off for over 2 decades, God decides to throw a curve ball.
He drops a chow-loving friend into my life….who loves to cook…and…wait for it…here is the kicker….who expects me to learn how to cook better for the boys?!
I don’t want to break the dude’s heart and say – “Ain’t happening in this lifetime buddy. Nada da.”
Instead, as always, I put on my fancy act. I pretend to like fine things like this Extra Virgin Olive Oil from Italy. Just the other day, I threw some into the ravioli like a pro.
The things one has to do for one’s friends. Dang. Never ends?!
P.S. Psstt. Don’t tell Rohit about this post. He’ll cut my fancy food quota if he finds out that I am faking the love for the fancy dancy oil.
When I was very young, Thatha (Granpda TVS) told me that if a man is free of 3 greeds, he can live a happy live:
- poon (love for gold – also means love for money and other good things in life)
- pen (lust for a woman or man, in the case of a woman)
- maan (greed for land)
He told me that if I live a greed-less life…then, I’ll have the time and mindset to enjoy the things that life actually has to offer.
Lil things…like the intricate and delicate cobweb on a tree, a ray of sunlight, the laughter of a child….or the beautiful blue skies.
As the days pass me by, my adoration for Thatha steadily increases.
He was such a wise old man. I bet your Grandpa was a wise old man too.
I know he is watching me from those beautiful blue skies and saying “Atta Girl!”