There is neither a structure nor a texture to this blog. The subject matter can be anything and everything under the sky that I feel about at any given point that I happen to sit and blog rambling about everything in general. My thoughts and views are basically influenced by what I read, hear, gather, and ponder... if there is any copyright violation which I have not duly acknowledged, kindly let me know.
Ref: Chichkoo is what I lovingly call my daughter, kiddo my brother, amma and taatee my late maternal grandparents, and OA is the other adult in the family.
Jan 7, 2010
The smell of the freshly ground gorintaaku, the feel of it on the hand simply reminds me of my grandmother. She used to take all the pains to do it with pestle and mortar, put the same old design on both hands and feet (boot design). I dont have the patience to do it by hand, I grind it in the mixer and use it... not just me, even my daughter has to go through this grind of mehendi once in a while once the old design fades. It is not as beautiful as the cone design but to me it is the best, it reminds me of my granny, it reminds me of what all my childhood was, it reminds me of the only peaceful days that we had as kids. It reminds me of all things beautiful and perhaps the only things worth remembering in my past life.
and after a long time, I watched a movie on the TV, Matilda, a kids' movie which was really nice and it felt like I am back to my old self. Nothing has changed after all and as they say time is the best healer.. it just has become all the more beautiful with the kiddo in it and if there is a doubt whether the kiddo gets to taste what all I eat.. yeah, of course... I know, those looks, but that is the way we are, mom and daughter, and maybe another me in the making but I just wish her life is a bed of roses and the thorns underneath them just come in my way.