I should make monthly lists of things that make me so happy they put a spring in my step, a song on my lips, and give me a stomach for sweets. The time baby R & I fell asleep on a swing while listening to “Kho gaye hum kahan” which gave me the strength to go through “You don’t eat enough, you look so thin”s of the festive season.
Stumbling on Readwise improved my week by a factor of 253, at least. I eagerly wait for the daily email containing highlights from my books. How beautiful the idea, how wholesome the experience of receiving beautiful lines from books I read during a different time of my life that I can relate to and feel nostalgic about at the same time. I wait for the email and still feel surprised when it comes.
When the green kurta I bought fit papa like a glove, I jumped with joy, literally. It’s been years but I can’t get over being snuck alcohol by adults. This month I took kaka and R for drinks. We each made the other taste a drink of our choice. We were at a place which was fittingly called ‘Up and Above’. We looked at the crippled city that homes our home with such love that only alcohol could cause. I believe this is where, in these moments, new joy is manufactured, later dispersed, reused, passed on, nurtured, and grown by others.
More stray joyous moments:
- BabyR lies on the floor and tells people she is a “slake”.
- BabyR announces the color bra aka “blaa” when someone changes in front of her.
- When a work partner relies on you emotionally, I feel the soft pressure of being counted on.
- When I realized that the idli I was eating was stuffed with potatoes. Did you know that was a thing?
- My mama introduced me to an artist who makes beautiful art using dried leaves and stones. The realization of the vastness of the world and the things I do not have the capability to imagine overwhelms me.
- When the tailor-made kurta fit perfectly and later when I found pants that perfectly matched
- Readwise (9/11/18):
“Few fathers in the world treasured their daughters as much as Hoonie, who seemed to live to make his child smile.”
“Unattainable, Sushila would always be more bewitching and beautiful than if she were mine.”
“Nakata decided to remember that.”