Last year I participated in Ali Edwards’ “Week in the life” project and had fun documenting the small and big things that happened during a particular week. I’m hoping to take part in it once again this year. On a smaller scale I will be recording a day in our lives every month, in pictures and a bit of journaling. Another fun way of honoring the everyday moments.
On the 17th of September I woke up early to wish Prasad a Happy Birthday (Actually I was woken up by Madhav who wasn’t in the mood to go back to sleep after 4 (yes 4!) in the morning). After a cup of Tea and a bit of reading (Harry Potter, of course), it was time to wake Medha up and get her ready for school.
I always make sure I carry his breakfast along on our walks, that way I can get Madhav to eat while he is busy watching the dogs and other walkers. He was pretty buoyant,…
his dad made him wear his sweaty shirt. He didn’t like it, OBVIOUSLY! He looked like Dobby (an elf) from the Harry Potter series and probably smelled like him too!
Then I made a pledge to write everyday, even if it is for just a half hour. I always promise myself to put in a bit of daily writing. For a while I do keep up my promise, but then I fizzle out, resorting to just reading. Reading doesn’t take much effort, does it?
He played and played and played while I wrote and wrote and wrote, until he was too sleepy to play anymore. It was time for me to pick Medha up from school. At school her teachers told me she did well in her EVS (Environmental Studies) test; I was glad to hear that.
It began raining. I love it when it does. The whole neighborhood takes on a darker shade of green. Even my kids love the rain. Medha spent the afternoon collecting the rain water in her play-vessels, while I cooked something special for the birthday boy.
We had him cut the Fruit and Black Currant Ice-cream cake from IBACO in the evening. Madhav was too excited and kept making faces at me. I was busy focusing the lens on him a tad too much that I sang “Happy Birthday dear Madhav” instead! AWKWARD!
Then it was time to visit the temple. Apparently my husband and Lord Krishna shared their Birthdays this year. We participated in a procession carrying the idol of the god through the streets and sang hymns in his praise. I, no doubt, clicked away a number of pictures.
As I walked around I felt glad to be back in India. At peace with the choice we made to relocate from the US, difficult though the decision was to make. I don’t think we’d ever be able to give our kids a better and valuable gift than our rich, colorful culture.
We rounded up a day of Big and little joys by eating Paneer Fried Rice and Baby Corn Manchurian with gravy that I’d prepared earlier in the day with great care and love for you-know-who (Not Lord Voldemort, silly!)!