Nearby, a man with a skullcap prayed at the tomb enclosure that housed the tomb of Suleyman. I went there to have a peek but he encouraged me to pray. So I stood there next to him, while his eyes overflowed and his voice broke as he read out a prayer from his mobile phone. I thought of him, and of Suleyman the Magnificent and of the different passions that move different men.
My husband and I 'met' each other on a matrimonial website. We decided to get married on our very first date and it seemed perfect that while I didn't know how to cook, he loved being in the kitchen. However as the years passed, food became much more than sustenance...
Now you there, you are a chatter. Just like me. So said the silverfish slayer man who had come to our apartment. Ireland, I find, is a good country for chatters. You are always having such interesting conversations with strangers - while out grocery shopping, running errands, while on a bus and asking for directions. Maybe you would like to read about the ones I have had so far?
Have you ever longed for certain kinds of trees? Either to stay somewhere in the vicinity of these or have a plot of land large enough to be able to plant these? For me, there are at least eight trees that I long for, the lime/lemon tree being one of them.
The day after my husband's birthday, a magical sunset burst into the sky. As we watched the colours leaking out to the skies, it brought back memories of our holiday in Malta and how we almost missed our last bus to our Airbnb because we stopped to take in a sunset.
I thought it would be a good idea to start having conversations with people that you know, especially on things that interest you and might of interest to others as well. On that note, I thought I would chat up with Ajita - a friend who lives in Ahmedabad, India. I had followed her posts … Continue reading Conversations on trying to live simply
It's really fascinating how memory works - how something reminds you of an incident that dates back to a decade or more, how a seemingly random event can trigger an avalanche of memories from long ago. Take for instance what happened yesterday. We had been to an Indian store in Dublin, a store called Ingredients. … Continue reading A crate of something cool
In the years since I have lost my father, I have thought a lot about what I really wanted to concentrate upon when I think about him. I think I know now that it is kindness. The ability to be kind and compassionate and the ability to see that in others. In narrating these three real life incidents in this blog, I will remember my father through the acts of kindness he witnessed and those that he was a part of.
It was framed in a window. As if someone had said 'pause' or 'freeze' as a part of a game, and it had indeed paused. The cloak of blue, spread out, frozen in mid motion. The day before we were to start living in our rented apartment in Dublin, we took a cab and moved … Continue reading I caught a glimpse of the sea
Today, we got the keys to the apartment we will be renting in Dublin. It has a 'proper' second bedroom - something we had wanted but never had in the last five years in the United Kingdom. My husband looks at the second bedroom and says, now when we fight we will both have a bedroom each to sulk. It makes me laugh for I had forgotten that not having one in the past meant that we always shared the bed no matter how much we had fought in the day...
The Banyan tree and other stories 