Jenna stood behind the dining table waiting for Trey to say something.
It had been 2 years since James came in their life.
Trey had been a loving father and a doting husband.
“Where did I go wrong?”, he asked himself.
“Why didn’t I tell him earlier?”, thought Jenna.
Few years back when Jenna was at the doctor’s appointment.
He had the results of the tests with him.
She was pregnant and Trey had not been in town for 3 months.
“I am a monogamist. I love my husband….” She sobbed and broke down.
The doctor told him about the unfortunate accident where she was artificially inseminated. They promised full medical support. She didn’t have the heart to tell Trey about this and told the doctor about it too.
Jenna and Trey had been trying for a child for the past 7 years and this was a God’s gift to her.
She broke the news to Trey only a week after he was back. They were thrilled. James was born today, exactly 2 years back.
But a phone call interrupted his birthday celebration. Door bell rang and a couple stood there with a notice in their hand.
What do the mice do when the cat is away/asleep? Well they play. What if we apply this logic to our daily life? Being the wife to a sales manager who travels 22 days a month, I know the pain of making sure enough clothes are ready to be packed, they are washed on time and more over they are rotated properly.
When I got the Ariel pack, I wrote to the husband, “Be ready for learning how to use the washing machine 😉 Let us #sharetheload.” He was on a work trip so he replies to the texts rather late and I have got used to it.
However his last trip was rather long, I had not seen him for about 7 days. We chatted till 2 am and then dozed off. The next morning, post the walk, I took a nap and I woke up for find a series of selfies on my phone.
The nap was interrupted by a loud thud. I woke up, startled. When I peeped in the dry area, I found the husband with a bucket of water, testing the clothes for a leak of color <3. He had dropped the bucket, looked at me, smiled and started mopping it all up.
On any other day, I would have got mad at him but today I decided against it and went off to the kitchen to cook up something that we both love. 🙂
This wash Bucket challenge reminded me a few things:
The Husband watches and learns the chores, damn well.
It is very easy to see the incorrect before the correct.
Couples that share a smile together will wipe a tear together, as well.
In the kind of world that we live in today, there are a few things that give me hope. These are regular, mundane things if we look at them objectively, but they gave me a reason to smile today.
The house help came home today looking all tired and starved, I asked her whats up. She said she had found a bag full of money near the parking lot and had given it to the security guard. I said good, but why the tensed look. She said, the security guys took the money from the purse and divided among themselves. I told her that I can go the manager of the building with her and tell him the same. She said all that is solved now, the lady who had forgot the bag got it. What was bothering her was that why do people take things that dont belong to them. I smiled at her, made some tea for her and gave a little snack to cheer her up.
The husband came home around lunch time to drop off the stuff from his trip. He came armed with a huge brown bad of goodies. Just when I was about to rate him “Meets expectation ocassionally” in his annual appraisal, I decided to award a “Meets expectation”. He announced that someone in his company gave him this box of goodies as a welcome to the new region. There were two really great khakhras packs, dry fruit kachoris, milk cake pedas, a junagarh special tea time snack and a bottle of water. Such an awesome gesture from a man who is so well placed in his business comes as a welcome change.
On my walk today, I came across a wall. It was about 700 mtrs long and was painted by students of schools across the Thane region. What caught my fancy was the bold use of colors, the idea behind the issues highlighted and the encouragement that made them do this. I blessed all the souls responsible for this beautiful wall in a silent prayer.
Moving a little ahead, I found a young boy helping his mother and grand mother lift the vegetables bags and put in the car boot. He could have easily sat in the Skoda and played on the iPad but he was out there with them. I took a mental note of this and prayed that my kids are like this too.
An old man, in his 50’s was filling water a bottle at a time and taking to an abandoned building. He did it about three times, I walked a little further to find that he was watering the plants there and talking to them. There is something so touching about the grandies that makes my heart melt.
I wrote this beautiful post for a topic suggested by Housing.com.
My journey to reach home began in Jan, 2015 when the pati got a chance to move to a new town. Yesterday, mindlessly, I tried to see the distance between the two homes, one in Bangalore and the other in new city (details shall unfold soon). It came to about a 1000 km and the number stuck in my head. 🙂
It shall take a thousand km to reach a place that shall be my home for years to come. The anxiety to leave Namma Bengaluru is overwhelming. One day I panic, one day I am overjoyed and one day I am in despair.
The packing part of the house is almost done but how do we pack the feelings?
The new girl in town straight from college, the first day at first job, the finding an apartment by myself, the learning to cook, infallible moments with friends I made at work, the sister I found in Karuna, learning to drive in the big town, mad dancing in clubs on bollywood nights, falling in love with the best friend, getting married, setting up the house after the wedding, meeting and getting to know my babe Sheelu, joining a new organization, learning new things, making extraordinary friends who were only-blogger’s-I-know once (Monika, Swati and Apsy) :*, having a beautiful family that had relatives we chose (Agarwal’s, Chakraborty’s, Shankar’s, Gupta’s, Batra’s…), Rangashankara trips with friends or all by myself, wonderla…
Oh the list is a huge Huge HUGE one. I wish the one way ticket that I bought for 18th Feb gives me same/more opportunities to experience things that I never thought I would.
A lot of my friends have always struggled to find “a nice menhdi guy” at Bangalore. Tomorrow being Karwachauth, most of them would be on google, trying to find tat nice guy.
So why are we looking for the nice ones in the first place? Here are the reasons why:
We have a favorite mehndi person back at our hometown and we worship him/her.
Karwachauth is not the same when the hands have a bad menhdi design.
Mehndi lovers like me, who don’t need a reason to put henna need a go-to person in the city they live 😉
So here are my top picks:
Forum Mall, Koramangala- A Muslim lady sits right in the center of the mall everyday. She is fabulous. Tried and tested tens of times till now. She never fails to impress me. Oh and she also has posted details online, I found this while my scouting for the mehndi 2014 😉
The fellow(s) on 60 ft road, Koramangala- 60 ft road is Anand Sweets/cloud 9 road at Koramangala. There are two guys who sit opposite the Rajasthani fancy store guys. One is opposite cloud 9 and other is opposite Fulki. These guys generally put the mumbai style.
The Fellow near Spencers on 100 ft road, Koramangala- The Spencers at Koramangala has a fancy store on its left and right. The guy on the left (When your back towards spencers) is another go to person. The ones he does is cloe to the rajasthani style.
Total Mall, Sarjapur road- This place can get super crowded super quick. The guy here was the one who did my KarwaChauth Mehndi for the first time. 🙂
Guy near StarBucks, 80Ft road Koramangala- This guy has been the quickest so far. 🙂 He is so random that I could never guess.
Phew, these are the ones on my radar at Bangalore. Do you know a good mehndi artist? Do drop a comment and I shall add. 🙂
Also I am looking for a person who can do the gujarati style. 😦