Signs of Spring

This persimmon tree went completely bald in winter.
Last couple of days, it has been sprouting leaves.
I could write an essay on how I find the sprouting completely magical. But, I don’t have to.

Because Dr. Ian Malcolm Jeff Goldblum said everything there was to be said in “Jurassic Park” – “I’m, I’m simply saying that life, uh… finds a way.”

My huge crush on Dr. Malcolm (and the writer behind him Michael Crichton) hasn’t died in the 2 decades. It is because he said one of the most brilliant phrases ever said about life.

Today was a beautiful rainy day in Austin.
Wherever you are, stop to smell the roses.

The Smell of the Ground

Today, my thoughts are about “munn vasanai” (In English: the smell of the ground)

Home.

What does the word mean to you?
Is it a place? A house…..4 walls….nice roof? A mountain perhaps? A country? A town? A sweetheart’s arms?

Home.
Is it a thing? Is it a feeling?
What is it?
What does home mean to you?

Home.
Not house.
Home.

It means so many things to me. I have moved so much…that the material world meaning of house doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.

I still remember Thatha’s house. His fields. The tamarind tree in the back. The swing on the tamarind tree.

I still remember Appa and Amma’s house. My favorite spot there to hangout….where I spent 1000 hours of reading, studying, chatting with Amma or Appa. My favorite spot there to eat.

I still remember my dorm rooms. Filled with cheer and fun. Filled with so much studying.

I still remember the first apartment that Kumar and I were together in as a couple.

I still remember the first house that we moved into. All the lil things. All the plants we planted. The house that the boys were born in.

I still remember all my friend’s places where I felt like I home.

I still remember all that. Yet, I don’t.
Those “homes” have passed me by.

There is a term called “munn vasanai” in Tamil. It literally means, the “smell of the ground”. Figuratively, it means a place that you remember and cherish. As the first rain drops fall, the ground gives out a fragrance. That is “munn vasanai”.

Today, as it rains, here is Austin, I can smell the same “munn vasanai” of Thatha’s fields. I can smell the backyard in Appa and Amma’s house.

I think, home is where you are.
The rest of the mumbo jumbo about home is just biochemicals in your brain.

I am home. I am happy wherever I am.

I hope you are home and happy wherever you are too.

Nature vs. Nurture

#‎Harsh‬ ‪#‎Nature‬ meets ‪#‎Nurture‬ in Austin today.
Thunder…lightning…pouring rain.
Guess what parents do?
Form a long pick up line to get the young’uns.

My hypothesis: There is no end to humanity. Why? Humanity will continue to thrive because it has gotten so good at caring for its young over eons.