Adapting

Inspite of the hectic activity of doing things that needs to be done, I have accepted the fact that I can be on vacation when I am taking a breather.

Its nice to sit and chatter with my aunts.

The heat does not allow the being to do one fourth of what gets done back home. Sigh.

Sometimes it’s as if we are moving in slow motion. I feel like soaking in a tub of ice during the day. Mornings and evenings are cool and there is a nice breeze blowing. I especially like standing beneath the “Shefali” / “Champa” tree and breathing in the beautiful fragrance while I take a walk with Mom.

Then while I am reading a book in the evening in a moment of respite, the crickets have a go at it, and I can feel I am at peace.

Yesterday I had a sweet I used to have in Shillong. Its called “Boiled Cake”. Man it drove me back to nostalgia lane. You don’t get em sweets down South.

Mum used to get it for me always from her office canteen while coming back home.

Tomorrow or day after, am going to Golaghat, my sasural. There has been a wedding recently there so gotta go and do the Bahu thingy.

Mom-in-law is not very well either. Sigh. Hope she gets better soon. I am looking forward to sitting doing the ladies thing with my MIL. Love to talk to her. She has so many stories to tell.