Slow and Sweet: Taking Wing
While I put some tea on the flame, my dear friend, Ghanesh lolls on the bed with a pillow stuck beneath his back. The squished pillow peeps out like lettuce fronds from a sandwich (we're not very merciful pillow-owners!). He's deep into The Great Derangement, Amitav Ghosh's admirable work which exposes climate change denial across literature, history and politics. We've spent a slow, over-caffeinated day together, reading up some Ruskin-Bond (An Island of Trees), playing songs (music, the salt of life), and dreaming.
Dreams, make us feel young, make us feel there's still fire in us, make us feel that we can't give up just yet. Dreams, give us wings to fly on. Sure ambition my let you down, like Icarus's drowning in the sea. But let's remember that two pieces of advice were given to him by Daedalus- 1. Do not fly too high, close to the sun, lest the heat melts your wings, and you fall. 2. Do not fly too low, close to the sea, lest the foam wets your wings, and you fall. So we ain't gonna be rash, we ain't gonna be lazy, we will be just right. Sweet, regulated, like a hot-air balloon.
In this epoch of doorstep food deliveries, it is a welcome change to go to the market, shop (hunt) for ingredients and cook up a yumm Poha for breakfast and a hefty Macaroni meal for lunch, while Chholey lie soaked for dinner. We had taken care of the dough yesterday night when we cooked up a sabzi of soya-chunks with chapatis, and it's imperative to use it up this evening lest it goes bad. How sweet does one's own cooking taste, especially when you have collaborated with a dear friend (*music plays from the phone perched at the kitchen shelf*) to give yourselves a treat!
The sun is turning golden, and its about to set soon. As the ginger and lemon-grass in our boiling tea fills the room with an irresistable aroma (chai-addicts!), I hunt about the room for the badminton-shuttle- the evening calls for a sweat. You could not, and must not, stay within four walls all day!! I found the shuttle, and the tea is done. Adieu!
Dreams, make us feel young, make us feel there's still fire in us, make us feel that we can't give up just yet. Dreams, give us wings to fly on. Sure ambition my let you down, like Icarus's drowning in the sea. But let's remember that two pieces of advice were given to him by Daedalus- 1. Do not fly too high, close to the sun, lest the heat melts your wings, and you fall. 2. Do not fly too low, close to the sea, lest the foam wets your wings, and you fall. So we ain't gonna be rash, we ain't gonna be lazy, we will be just right. Sweet, regulated, like a hot-air balloon.
In this epoch of doorstep food deliveries, it is a welcome change to go to the market, shop (hunt) for ingredients and cook up a yumm Poha for breakfast and a hefty Macaroni meal for lunch, while Chholey lie soaked for dinner. We had taken care of the dough yesterday night when we cooked up a sabzi of soya-chunks with chapatis, and it's imperative to use it up this evening lest it goes bad. How sweet does one's own cooking taste, especially when you have collaborated with a dear friend (*music plays from the phone perched at the kitchen shelf*) to give yourselves a treat!
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The sun is turning golden, and its about to set soon. As the ginger and lemon-grass in our boiling tea fills the room with an irresistable aroma (chai-addicts!), I hunt about the room for the badminton-shuttle- the evening calls for a sweat. You could not, and must not, stay within four walls all day!! I found the shuttle, and the tea is done. Adieu!
Amazing especially the dreams and Icarus myth incorporated in your daily schedule
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