Texas heat index is rising steadily this summer. Kumar and I are trying to walk together at least a few times a week later in the evening instead of late afternoons.
As we were walking a couple of days ago, I spotted this road side beauty. Kumar did his usual rant-like-speech – “You better not stand there admiring that flower for next 10 minutes. I give you exactly 60 seconds. Admire it. Take a picture. Then, you are going to continue walking with me.”
I did just as Kumar instructed me to.
I don’t know what the name of this beautiful wild flower is.
It reminded me of a flower that Daddy used to bring from the market. It was called “vaada malli”. English name – Gomphrena globosa. Vaada malli had similar purple color, layered and spiky look.
This summer…pause wherever you are… at the beach, at the park, amongst the hills…or even alongside your own street… to take in a wild flower’s beauty.
Stay wild in your heart. And, go get ’em tiger.
There is nothing as awesome as coming back home after a long week of travel, sleeping in your own bed (didn’t matter the boys pushed me to the very edge of the bed), waking up in the morning (yep, Kumar let me sleep in and handled the drop offs), making a cup of coffee, enjoying it, albeit hurriedly, and getting ready to tackle the rest of the day.
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. – Robert Montgomery
Cambridge Dictionary: a dog’s life: a very unhappy and unpleasant life
No meetings. No deadlines.
No cooking. No carpool duty.
No worries about the past.
No plans for the future.
Not a care in the world.
In the moment.
When Rainbow feels like it, she basks in the warm sun.
We got it all wrong. Perhaps is time to update the dictionary.
A well cared for dog’s life: a very happy and pleasant life
Kumar and the boys are usually the vegetable cutters in the family.
They help chop. I help cook.
I rushed home after picking up boys and gave some snacks to fend of their hunger.
Since my vegetable cutter was delayed at work, I started madly chopping the onions in a rush to get dinner started.
I hate chopping onions.
I was cursing the onions as the tears started pouring down my eyes.
The boys glanced at each other and shook their head.
I did my death stare and quipped – “Quit staring at me. Can y’all focus and study?”
They both quietly walked to where my sun glasses were.
They brought it to me, placed it on my face and said – “Hope this prevents those tears.”
Then, they walked away quietly after clicking a picture as I continued to madly chop the freakin’ onions.
When the boys were young, I often sang one of my favorite Bharathiyar’s song to them.
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart)
Later in the evening, the boys joked about their own version of the song:
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, naan cooling glass koddupen
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, I will bring sun glasses to you)
I love how the boys are always looking out for me. What more does a gal need?