Almost Spring

There is a hint of spring in the air. The slightest of hints. Blink, and you might miss it. A spring that wants to break free of the shackles of the icy winter, the winter that wants to hold on for just a little longer. I look out of my living room window every morning with the hope of seeing the tiny yellow or green blossoms, the earliest signs of spring, on the trees in our tiny backyard. Any signs elude me.

Today was different.

In Jersey, spring time is mostly a lot like rainy season back in India. It rains for the most part and it is cold at times. Jackets are a constant requirement till we usher in summer in late May, early June. As someone who does not have a particular fondness for that incessant rain, my feelings about spring here are mixed. Yet, I am looking forward to spring this year. A spring that will gently melt into summer, a summer that will bring in the endless blue sky, the colors and the warm breeze. A summer that whispers and almost promises hope. Hope of traveling 8000 miles to see faces whose hearts long for their grandkids; who hold on to time to get a chance to make memories with the little ones that will last them for as long as they live. Hope of a place that is still home, my corner of the world that protects like no other, that nurtures like no other, that is warm like no other.

So, to spring I say:

Come, it’s time.

Come in tiny steps of green or bursts of pink and yellow.

Come in to fill our senses and usher in hope.

Come with rain, I do not mind.

Just find your way in, as always.

Thanks for stopping by. Stay safe. Stay kind.

A brief pause…

It has been more than a month since my last post. The decision was to take a break from this attempt of mine at blogging, while I tried to figure out what the purpose of this was, the direction I wanted this to take going forward. While I do not want to attach a ‘this’ or ‘that’ label to this space that I have come to love dearly, I would prefer if it had an outline at least. The work on that seems to be an ongoing on!

The world is a different place than what it was a month ago. We are witnessing something magnificently powerful at the moment, with a worldwide cry for solidarity tearing through ceilings that needed to come down long ago and a pandemic is wrecking havoc through our civilization. People and their resilience are being tested to the limits and while hope seems to elude us at times, it also encourages us to be our best and how can one not respond to that call. As an eternally optimist soul, I believe and have to keep believing that this shall end and shall end for good.

I hope to be back more often! Till then, here are some photos I took while I was away and it feels so good to be able to share these with you. I also have so much catching up to do, going through your blogs and I can’t wait to start! A month’s break was good and though I had wanted it to be longer, I hadn’t realized that I would be really missing this community this much:)

Thanks for stopping by. Stay safe, be kind.

The power of love

   Last year, when we found out we were expecting our second child, it made us ecstatic. But that ecstasy was somewhat short lived as we realized the pressures of bringing up two little ones (our older one was just about 3 years old at that point) in a land where we had little help and no grown ups (read- our parents) to guide us and hold our hands when we would falter! And then there was the fear of our little boy’s reaction, though I knew that he would be the best big brother one could hope for. And I was not wrong. Ever since he found out that his Ma’s tummy had a little special someone for him, his curiosity knew no bounds and neither did his love. Kids ask the strangest questions and at times their thoughtfulness takes you by surprise too! Our boy had the usual inquisitiveness about the new member and his actions often melted my heart. If we were out buying him clothes, he would without fail mention that we should also get something for his sister. If we were eating out, he would ask me to make sure that what I ate was not too ‘jhaal’ (hot/spicy) for the one in my tummy. And every night before going to bed  he would kiss his sister goodnight and wish her a good morning just the same way. Every single day.  Emotions at times ran high as the good man and I tried to make space for our baby girl and our voices would rise. Not a scream or any kind of verbal altercation …just raised voices of two freaked out people trying to get a lot done in a short span of time! But, if the little boy happened to be around, he would come rushing by and gently remind us to not raise our voices as there was a baby in Ma’s tummy and loud voices could hurt the tiny baby’s ears. And the day I slipped and fell down in the bathroom at 11.30 pm, four days before my due date, our little boy showed us love and gave us strength that I could not have imagined. A million things were rushing through our minds as we called the doctor and got ready to leave for the hospital while a visibly disoriented little guy was trying to take everything in his stride. My parents were with us and he put up the bravest face he could manage in the middle of so much chaos and trepidation, and waved us goodbye as we left for the hospital at around midnight. I did not have a lot of time to explain everything to him and he too did not ask for any. I watched him as we got into the car and while my heart was racing for our baby girl, it was also beaming with pride for our little guy. Baby girl was fine in the tummy and when we came back home in the morning after being kept at the hospital overnight for observation, I could see his face just light up and the first thing he asked was if his baby sister was alright.

   Our baby girl turned one a few days ago and the little guy was very ill with a viral fever. He still blew up a balloon and drew a little something for her special day. Every day has been a treat watching them together and while I know that this is so because they are both still little, it warms my heart. Our little guy has grown so much and we couldn’t be prouder. It is a matter of time before the “i don’t like you-s”, “he is mean”, “she is not letting me do that” set in and the expression of love might not be so simple then! But for the time being, I am soaking in this unadulterated love… a love so different, so unique…this love between a soon to be five year old big brother and his one year old sister. It has taught me to be kind and brave, no matter what. And it grounds me in humility and puts the faith back when hope seems to be drifting away in this crazy life.

Thanks for stopping by.  Stay safe.

Sunday Sky

Summer evenings are getting shorter and there’s a slight nip in the air already. Sunsets, though, continue to illuminate the sky in brilliant hues of yellow, purple, orange and grey and I, mesmerized, keep clicking, as my love affair with the sky deepens.

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Thanks for stopping by!

Friendly Friday Photo Challenge-Floral

Yayyy for Manja who is filling in for Snow this week for this challenge! You guys along with Amanda   have me hooked and I look forward to this every week! Thank you ladies:)

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A couple of photos are there in older posts! This last one is special since my little guy clicked it this afternoon:)

Have a good weekend and thanks for stopping by!