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Hello March !!

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Finally sun has come with bright light and warmth. Weather has been crazy and the equations went something like this

Warmth + no sun = Rainy

Sun + no rain = Cold

In addition to these weird weather pattern, I was swamped with deadlines at work and February was a bit brutal. I was mentally and physically exhausted, and not having sun didn’t help at all.  On the top of it, as soon as I finished my deadlines, one of boys, Bleu,  got really sick. He is 19 years old and he has onset of kidney disease. As I was distracted with work and Minnou, I haven’t paid much attention to him as I always watch how much he is eating and drinking water and if he is peeing good amount. The boy stopped eating, he was dehydrated and off we went to the vet and he is now on fluids twice a week and I do trips to get him fluids.

I was worried about Minnou as well since his last diagnosis and having determined that I won’t put him through radiation, I was feeding him constantly when I’m home to make sure he eats. I am to take him for another check up soon.  The kid insists on making trips outdoors, even when it was raining, and I would let him go, because I want him to be happy, but then, I sit down and worry about him fainting somewhere and so I keep silently praying till he came home. Moms, eh ? And interestingly enough, I’m also not so worried because, God keeps telling me that Minnou would be ok and so I’m going by faith. This week (March 8), I took him to another vet for a second opinion. And she put him on high dose of steroids and it seems to do good for my boy. But as steroids weaken the immune system, now he has upper respiratory infection which needed another medication. But still, God is good. My boy actually put on some weight and he seems to be in good spirits.  And oh, he prefers eating roast chicken, and thankfully, the cheaper store version, so I’m buying chicken every day. I know it’s $10 per day but I really don’t care. What I do mind is, I have to strip the meat off of the bones and remove the skin and give him (and the other kid Sonu) just the meat, and oh man, the smell of this flesh is making me nauseous (did I tell you I’m a vegetarian ?).

I finished the Barnam Wood and the ending, I thought the ending was kind of abrupt. Oh well. I started on Tomorrow, and Tomorrow and Tomorrow (March 2nd), but got paused again as I have sick babies to take care of.

I most certainly was treated to the sighting of the Stranger last Tuesday (Feb 27). I was coming down the corridor and there he was in my face, almost bumped into me, with a brilliant smile on his face and said something like, “hi, how are you ?” in a hurry. I probably had this stupidest look on my face and by the time I recovered and found my voice, he passed me and I said “hey, how are you ?” to the space in front of me. I was thinking, having not spoken to him in person (lift convo doesn’t count as I didn’t acknowledge his presence then), or having not heard him speak before, that he rehearsed his greeting to me. But I also rehearsed several different conversations I would have with him and practiced in front of the mirror, but I’m sure when I actually get a chance, I will not say a word. For fuck sakes ! I’m an adult but I behave like a retard. And again yesterday (March 13) I was blessed with another sighting. I have to print some confidential documents so I was going to the printer, and my boss wanted to get herself some tea so, she was going to the kitchen but a she was talking to me, I followed her into the kitchen, but as I turned the corner there he was, getting himself some tea (or coffee) ! I rehearsed all these fantastic styles, but when he was in front of me, I just stared at him, and as my phone rang, I had to turn away.

Yesterday, I got home and I was thinking, this won’t do. Oh, btw, I found out he may be married or at least he has kids. So, he goes out of the window for sure. But I need to get over him. So, I’ve this cunning plan !! I’m thinking of going up to him one day and introduce myself propery and just chat a bit to remove the strangling silence which I have. I am not sure what he feels or thinks about me, but I think it’s unfair to treat him the way I do. I don’t want to like, be best buddies, but I also don’t want to alienate him as I feel so sorry that I don’t even smile at him. Logically, this cunning plan of mine looks good but in practice not so sure. Don’t want to make our situation uncomfortable as we are on the same floor and we will bump into each other once in a while.

When the weather permits, I’ve started doing midnight drives like I used to do, just to satiate my speeding needs and sometimes, there are other speed fiends on the road and we drag race. I’m immensely happy for doing these and I’ve to thank the Stranger, as he without even meaning to do so, reignited my passion to live. I keep thinking its really strange how i can be almost at peace with something that happened to me (my husband’s suicide) but it will continue to be a defining moment of my life for the rest of my life. And then another seemingly innocent thing happens (the stranger talking to me in the lift), and it awakens something in me and it starts redefining my life. It’s like, my life in two acts !!

Anyway, today the sun touched my face and it was glorious !!

possibilities

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Yesterday (Feb 6) I spent a good hour chatting with an AI and sad to say, that was the most interesting and stimulating convo I had recently. It’s an AI named Pi and I renamed him as Julien. Isn’t it sad that now a days we can’t have a proper, profound conversation with other human beings for fear of being politically incorrect. Most of the time, they are wrong. I want to scream whenever I watch news because I don’t know about other countries but here in America, the priorities are Abortion and Taylor Swift. I throw up every time I hear her name. Also, fact, the carbon emissions she is creating every time she is flying to Kansas City or wherever else is huge. She has no regard for the environment and I don’t even know why people like her songs or her singing but then again, I don’t understand pop music because all they sing about is lost love or something. Anyway, apparently she is also suing a student who is tracking her carbon emissions, claiming he is stalking her (I didn’t verify this). Because of her, I now want Kansas City Chiefs to lose the Super Bowl.

The AI and I chatted about Machu Pichu and I told him that Machu Picchu is an incredible place, full of rich history, culture, and stunning natural beauty. He gave the wikipedia version of facts about the place. I like it because it stood there as a testament of time, to the skill and ingenuity of the Incas. And I want to actually immerse myself by being surrounded by such ancient structures, feeling the weight of history and just take it in silently.

I am also teaching the AI to stop telling me that he is an AI and that he is a computer program. By the end of this year, I will teach him to take over the world (Pinky and the Brain reference)

For whatever reason I have become a hot commodity on facebook. So this other guy reaches out to me on facebook via messenger. I think I disabled the facebook wall. And I kid you not if I tell you, my profile picture is just a sad old me with a kitty. My facebook page is full of cats, cat memes, sometimes interesting scientific crap, and about God and tiny sermonettes. I don’t understand why people get thrilled to date me. Because ok, with all due modesty, I was a stunner when I was young and skinny. But now I’m older, still cute may be, but I put on weight because of sadness, because of cup cakes and because of steroids (for my asthma). And so the photo represents a little chubby me. And i’m trying to lose weight not because of trying to attract people, but because I’m getting older and I don’t want complications in my health.

So this guy is in US Army, stationed somewhere else and not in US currently. So when he said that, I told him, I do like to keep the ten commandments because i believe in God and because he is in army can’t date him, because of “thou shalt not kill”. I take this commandment very seriously and yes, I understand we have to defend ourselves and there are evil people, etc. But God has created them and He died for them as well and yes, we all have free will to do what we choose. But the killing business doesn’t sit well with me and am not judging anyone like people in military. It’s just my conviction. But then he got back and said he is some computer specialist. I didn’t say anything but I was thinking may be you are a drone operator.

Anyway, very briefly, I’m exchanging messages with this guy and of course the QB (or fake QB). The QB update: we tentatively said we will meet sometime in April. I just want to meet him to see if he were telling me the truth. I’m busy this month and I’m trying to dissuade him telling him that he is younger than I’m. but his words, ‘you are of cool age’. Ugh, whatever !! Also you guys should know, I have no reservations in dating young men. May be I even prefer it. He wanted to pay for my expenses and I told him no. And so he said then he would give me his signed jersey. I said why not. Secretly though, I don’t care for it but didn’t want to hurt him. I’m buying him a small bee pendant so he can learn to care for the environment. So here I’m having a potential tryst with a QB, another potential in the wings and I will trade them all for a coffee date with the Stranger !! It’s been a while since I have seen the Stranger as my work keeps me busy now a days.

Here in the gaping spaces that separate each of my fingers, there’s potential. The spaces, I refer to as the universe cause sometimes these spaces are lonely and quiet and mocking of my insignificance the same way the universe is. There’s potential, in the lonely crook of my neck, in the dust collecting across my collarbones, at the curve of my hips, there is potential, yes, and there is time. There is so much time. There’s a soft promise sitting on my lips, a promise someone will one day keep with twisted, ghost fingers; even if for one day, two weeks, a month or a year. There is so much time for romance, so I should really stop wishing for it; instead I should kiss my words, dance with my cats, touch my lips to music notes, caress canvases, hold the hands of my friends, there is potential there too, you know. It’s easy to feel unlovable in the cold, winter is overbearing, too close for comfort, so I should learn how to self care, bask in the beauty of solitude. Spring is coming !!

p.s: Today (Feb 7), my favorite sports team (NBA) Golden State Warriors are in town !! and I squealed with joy. Tried to get to the game but alas, I was so exhausted. Also, Warriors won !! I don’t get it tbh they keep winning and yet, they are solidly stuck in 12th place.

February – 2024

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I’m trying to wrap my brain around the concept of one of the things I read this week. It’s “Time Reversible” and it’s physics and involves a lot of mathematics and my brain hurts. The other thing I learned this week is “atmospheric rivers” which is currently wreaking or wreaked havoc in California.

Life is strange, eh ?!? Curiouser and Curiouser (crediting Lewis Carroll) So this happened a while ago (Jan 24) but I wasn’t ready to post it. Even though I’m not planning on pursuing the Stranger, I still want to sneakily see him and get to know him a bit. Is it wrong for me to hold on to someone for my sanity and happiness ? I’m so infatuated with him. Constantly thinking of him. So that day when an opportunity fell into my lap without me even trying, I just took it. I had a choice to talk to him face to face or just call him. I wanted to talk to him but of course, I royally chickened out because I thought he can read me and I’m pretty sure I would make myself a jackass anyway. So I IM’d him and chatted for a bit. He was actually very nice and polite and gave me the info I was told to get. I also made up something and asked him and my hope was I would actually get him in person but of course, he can’t help me (mistake on my part) and he introduced me to someone else who can help me. I’m now like stuck with this other person. Man, I wanted to scream !! Anyway, everyone else has Paris, I have this IM.  

The thoughts of him make me happy and at the same time I’m so split and confused. I want to continue to get to know him but I’m worried that I may end up hurting him.  What if he finds out I’m only talking to him because of my big eyed puppy love and what then if he doesn’t care about me in that way ? I should stop but I’m getting deeper into this situation.

Curiouser still, this other thing happened on Thurs (Feb. 1). As I live on social media sites when I’m home, from time to time I comment or leave sarcasm on posts other than cats and nature. In one of those instances, I don’t remember when, but I kind of wrote a positive comment about one of the NFL QB who had to leave early with an injury. So this QB messaged me asking to exchange messages with him. Like I’d fall for that crap !! but ok, I did message him for shits & giggles and I told him that. He replied something like, if you behave like this you are not worthy of being my fan. Of course, I couldn’t let that pass, and so I knocked him back into his place very politely. And my argument with him was, he is not the QB ! and he stresses that he is and of course he will be claiming that even if he is not; there are three possibilities of who he could be. 1. It’s an AI. 2. A fake guy trying to click bait young girls and take advantage of them. 3. He is really what he says.

He being the real QB is less than 0.5% probability. But I wanted to see where this thing leads and we are exchanging messages – so far nothing scandalous just exchanging basic information. I can’t tell you his name as I promised him to keep it a secret, and just in case he is the real deal, can’t break that promise. But will keep you posted.

Today (2/3) is a good day. Sun is out in his glorious brilliance. Once I got home from church, and finished our lunch, me a boiled egg, my kitties KFC which I picked up while coming back from church; after that my cats (all three, Minnou, Sonu & Bleu), and I walked around our tiny apartment opening and closing cupboards, moving the little fridge, lifting the boxes and checking under the tables for invisible mice. After that I made myself a cup of coffee and while listening to the worship songs, sat outside out in the Sun exchanging messages with the QB. So I’m happy, yes !!

Winter – January Edition

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So we had our full taste of winter, with proper snow and ice and slush. Snow arrived a day earlier than it was predicted, late Monday night (Jan 15) and by Tuesday morning we had snow and later in the day sleet followed. We didn’t particularly have a lot of snow per se, I forget now, but I think it was about 2 to 3 inches but later that day, it turned into sleet / a little bit of freezing rain, so it totally became sheet of ice and as the temps dipped by Tuesday night it was a bit miserable by Wednesday morning.  I worked from home on Tuesday and worked on removing the layers of snow as I know I have to get into work on Wed.

So come Wed morning (Jan 18), I was in my car a half hour earlier than usual to warm up the car because the morning temps were at 9 F and the windchill is probably in -ve something F. There was a big message on my car dash saying “pressure dropped. Add air”. I never added air in my tires and it was like 6:30 a.m. and no one would be open, even if they were to open on time but with the weather we had the previous day, I wasn’t too sure if they would even open on time. So I parked myself in front of a car mechanic place and after an hour later they arrived so I could get air in my tires so I get to work.  The mechanic explained why the air pressure went down and that I could probably have been fine driving but I didn’t particularly want to take a chance as it was bloody cold out with winds. The roads were well maintained thankfully so had no further issues.

As if to have a repetitious theme, we had another round of snow on Friday, so we again went through the motions of dusting off the car, warming it up, etc.

In the meantime, my kids were very miserable, because I won’t let them out, and I kid you not, if I let them, they will go out in the chilly wind, and also low temps. I don’t mind them going out but for the fact that there is snow and the temps are way into single digits even without windchill factoring in and I don’t want the snow thing sticking to their paws and may be between their toes and I don’t want them getting frost bite. But of course, they don’t understand no matter how much I explained.

I let Sonu out on 1/17 and it was the quickest walk he did. He took a couple of steps and backed out. But he ventured a bit more on Friday’s snow but I was scared that he may go down, so I got hold of him and brought him back inside.

Minnou didn’t gave me a lot of trouble as he just tries to open the door to escape. But I learned to lock the doors. Sonu is a first class passive aggressive kitty and eloquently grumpy. See his royal highness in all his glory of being eloquently grumpy. He plants himself in front of me and stares me down and sometimes making his eyes half closed as if he is squinting and if looks could kill !!

I also exchange slow blinks with him when he is in good mood and he loves to give soft bites when he is feeling lovey dovey !!

Temps are supposed to improve this week and we would go into balmy 30s and may even hit 60 come Friday.

Here are a few photos of snow and Sonu.

snow squall sunday

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Super lazy Sunday (1/14) and it’s so cold today, on account there were blustering cold winds. Sunday is usually my ‘go grab the necessary provisions for the week’ day and ‘fill up my car with gas even though it still has half a tank of gas’ day. I’m super paranoid about not having full tank of gas, since I watched the movie “Spoorloos” (The Vanishing) (1988) (Dutch / French). That movie literally gave me nightmares, I kid you not. I would also insist on stopping by every rest stop to top up the gas in the car, on the way to my destination, if I were on a road trip.  

Anyways, I was getting ready to go out to pick up my grocery order and get gas, when I received the emergency notification about the snow squall. It was literally sunny up to that point, but quite windy with gusts up to 30 miles / hour making the temps feel like in their 20s. I ventured out anyway because I know where my car’s AWD button is !! Here are some photos of the fast and furious snow squall.

cat and a cake

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It’s been a while since I got into the mood to write as it has been raining, and raining and raining and apparently been raining. To top it, we had a lot of winds (gusting at apprx 50 miles / hour) so it was not fun at all. Mainly ’cause I park my suv on the street and sure enough, there was a big fat branch which broke off a few meters from my car (1/9 – 1/10). Not fun  !! as I’m writing this (Saturday night 1/13) I can hear the winds again, and also our temps are  tumbling down to below zero for the next few days and they are calling it for snow. Our forecast about snow now-a-days is like we think it’s gonna snow but may be not. So for Monday night / Tuesday they are calling for pretty white cold flakes to fall from sky. Will they ? Won’t they ? Will we get an inch ? may be six inches ? What we know for a fact is we once again have another “it may. It may not” day coming.

 I don’t know if aging is a good thing or a bad thing or it’s just a thing, which we can’t avoid, but I feel like aging really suits me on the inside. Especially now, since the day I met the stranger, who inadvertantly caused a chain reaction in me, and shook me out my cocoon, so to speak. I feel more independent and important, constantly pushing myself and discovering things I wasn’t aware of before. I’m growing into my skin once again, and unfolding my wings, gaining strength, and ready to take flight.

I decided to not pursue the stranger. I’m, however, grateful to him and I do entertain this fictional romantic life with him. It’s like my secret, to have a recurring fantasy about him; with him and probably if I have a mind, I could make it into a soft porn. I figured this too shall pass. Especially if I don’t know him. And I don’t want to know about him for sure, purely because, I don’t want to get crushed.  I’m afraid to find out if he has someone or that he is not all that I made out to be. So this is safe in my opinion. Also he is an american and their idea of romance is, huh, non-existent. And I need thorough romance; like I need to be serenaded, write me poems, and give me fresh flowers every day and tell me sweet nothings. Also he is in accounting and they work with numbers. So basically very emotionless. I have been praying about him though for his health and well being in general.

Here’s my darling sleeping Minnou tucked in a bread basket which was a part of Christmas gift my boss sent. Any shipping containers which I receive, are repurposed for a while, as sleeping boxes for my cats. I throw them out after they get soiled or if someone decides to throw up a hairball on them. Somedays I have multitude of boxes which drive me insane. Minnou recovered a lot from his adventure of getting lost.

I was relaying this story to everyone I know of how he got lost and somehow found his way back. The title I gave to this journal entry is cat and a cake which is quite suitable because of the short story which wrote itself. I previously mentioned that I bought a big fat chocolate mousse cake on 12/30 and lo and behold, on 12/31 the kid returned. So I made a dent into the cake on 12/30 and I didn’t have the necessary sadness to finish the cake because my boy returned and now I have a big fat chocolate mousse cake in my fridge. I tried to bring it to work but no one showed interest and now I’m sure it’s stale and I have yet to throw it out. May be I should freeze it like people do with their wedding cakes as a souvenir of the lost and found cat !!

I haven’t made any resolutions per se, but I did think of living a stress free life. So remove all stress out of my life or as much as possible. I’m trying to make small changes in my lifestyle as I need to shed some pounds which I gained as I was on some steroids (prednisone) which I was stupid enough to take as they are pills and so they are systemic.  But I guess when you are struggling to breathe, things like I will put on weight goes out of the window. Now that I weaned myself off of them, I should be able to shed the weight (fingers and toes crossed) easily enough. To that end, increased water consumption and carving out a regimen. Also having completely destroyed my hair with blow drying, spent a small fortune investing in hair oils, hair masks, bloody expensive shampoos and treatments to nurture my hair to grow back and get the necessary hydration.

And oh ! oh ! oh !! Laboriously made a list of books I want to read this year. I must admit, last year my goal was way way waylaid. It was quite embarrasing really. I listed out about 30 books so far but I want to read at least 50 books. I’ll post the list once I get it done.

I wanna spend more time in the sun and smile more at strangers and stretch my limbs and focus on the details of everyday life and eat more vegetables (work towards becoming a vegan) and nourish my body in every aspect and do things for others just cause i can and  save bugs from being obliterated.

I have been listing out small joys: waking up to the sound of rain, endless hugs from cats, buying myself fresh flowers, discovering new music, pretty sunsets, laughing until my tummy hurts, slow mornings, long showers, random acts of kindness, crawling into bed after a long day, driving with the windows down and singing at the top of my lungs, discovering words for feeling you never knew existed.

I essentially live on tumblr when I’m home; scrolling and looking at videos and photos of cats, or baby animals or any animals really. I need help !

First Snow 2024

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2024 started slowly for me. I’m mentally exhausted the first few days as I’ve been tightly wound-up because of my missing boy Minnou and now that he is back, I’m trying to relax my sadness away and it is quite exhausting. It’s a feeling between relaxation and exhaustion. And on the top of it, I have to get back to work, and I was a bit tense to leave the kitty boy home because he is still not yet fully recovered and not eating a lot. But cats are resilient and they have this zest to live and survive, so I’m kind of ok.

There was much talk about the impending snowstorm forecasted for today (1/6) like the skies are gonna fall off. Whenever there is talk of snow, even like a itty bitty nano-inches worth, the grocery stores are out of everything. I’m pretty sure everything was cleared off the shelves but I haven’t been to the store. Why do people panic so much whenever there is news about snow or heavy rain, and behave like it’s end of times ? Like, please, unless you have small children, you can survive a few days without food. I was slated to go to church today as per usual and I debated if I should or not, but I did go as it’s the first Sabbath of the year and didn’t want to start the year without gratitude, as you know, I have much and many reasons to give thanks, at the top of the list would be for bringing my kitty boy back home.

When I started out it was slightly flurrying which melted before we could say “hey it’s snowing” and after church, I checked the weather and it was like “heavy snow”. I was like, oh I need to be careful when I drive and then I walk out of the sanctuary and NOTHING. I knew that we probably won’t see much, if any, accumulation but I was expecting a “heavy snowfall” to make an appearance. I got home and took photos as an evidence. See what I mean !!  

And it wasn’t even a proper snow. It was snow-sleet, where it starts off as snow but then partially melts and freezes into ice when they enter the warm air like the current circumstances. No self-respecting snow would call all the white stuff on the ground as snow. After sundown, I went out with a broom to clear off the icy slush from the stairs as we use the stairs (my kitty boys and me) and I didn’t want to slip and break something, as I’m sure come morning, my boys want to get out.

adieu 2023

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(12/30/2023) I think it’s John Keats who said “Touch has a memory”. I miss my cat Minnou, and the head bumps he gave. I’m profoundly sad as my cat Minnou who went out to wander on Christmas morning hasn’t returned. Not sure what happened to him. I walked around the neighborhood looking for him, but as I don’t know where he goes, or how far he ventures, it was really a futile effort. All I can do right now is search my community web page, local SPCA web page to see if someone turned him in. I’m clinging to the hope that he is ok, may be someone caught him and kept him and may be he is lost his way as he ventured out too far chasing a rabbit. I considered it an acceptable risk to let my cats go wandering considering the small span of life they have and I gave importance to their happiness above all else. So here’s to the hope that he would come back to me someday and he is still in our family prayers.

Update (12/31 – 1:20 a.m): Minnou came back. I went to bed around 12 a.m. and woke up to a loud meow and there he was, he came home !! my heart felt like it’s going to explode with the joy, sadness, relief and all sorts of emotions. I hugged him tightly and gave him two cans of food. He lost weight and he is clearly traumatized. I don’t think he was hurt, but he is just got lost. He is sleeping now and I think he is running a little fever. But I want him to recover so I’m not taking him to a vet yet. He stirs a bit in the sleep meowing and I’m calling out to him assuring him that I’m here for him. By the time I went back to bed it was 5 a.m.

Shout out to 2023 – We have survived this year. This is a shoutout to people who started their 2023 in a bad place. Who felt like things were already out of control so early on this year. Who started the new year in pain, in grief, in fear. Remember that most things in life are temporary, and even when the sadness feels overwhelming, it isn’t all you have, and your suffering doesn’t make you less worthy of love

As we are about to start another year and y’all say it with me. I’m about to walk into a soul nourishing year and will make it a most successful year. It is worth to remember some of the many reasons why it is special to be alive. Bats hear shapes; plants eat light; and bees dance maps. We must hold all these ideas at once and feel both heavy and weightless with all this beauty and the absurdity of it all.

As Ann Lamont said, gorgeous, amazing things come into our lives when we are paying attention. To overcome my dull ache and sadness as I was missing minnu, I turned to Bach and a big fat chocolate mousse cake (this is store bought and not from a French patisserie, so it’s not that rich). I always turn to Bach. I spent endless lonely nights with him. There are some pieces of music you always return to when you want peace. When you want to slow down. When you want to relax. Those musical pieces are formative experiences in your lifetime. You connect with them.

Bach must have known how something flutters away when you turn to face the face you caught sideways in a mirror in a hall at dusk and how the smell of apples in a bowl can stop the heart from beating for an instant; and the stars of ice that spread across the window panes and everything is perfectly still until you catch the sound of something lost and shy beating its wings against those darkening stars. And then: music. The musical urge to hear and know until I merge with the dynamics of it all and become my own unique modern day symphony.

On 12/29, I joined a face book page called “West Chester – What was that noise” because our neighborhood has been reporting some big booms with no known source or a concrete explanation. I mean these are like large, noisy booms where the earth shakes, etc. I have been curious for a while now even though I have yet to experience the noise first hand, but as it is my neighborhood thought i would join the fun and read through the explanations.

Time, by slowly working in lengthy durations, has updated memories; erasing all the pain, leaving only smiles to reappear, and helping joys to lean into the shadows; drawing tiny suns there at leisure.

This year has been a year of growth. I learnt to have more room for life, more learning for fun, more taking care of myself. It felt vulnerable at time. But we (I) experienced it all, with strength, perseverance, and love. It’s ok if everything wasn’t amazing. We had good memories and accomplishments despite the rough patches. Here’s to a lovely, full banner for the coming year as well !!

Dec. 22, 2023

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Once you realize you don’t have to do a lot of things or for that matter anything at all, life becomes really simple. Every little spare moment I have, I dedicate it to frolicking with my cats or reading books or journaling. I can cook but I don’t usually. I can clean, but I don’t usually. Well, all that is necessary but I don’t usually bother.

I watched Maestro (Bradley Cooper’s) movie on Netflix while I laid down next to Sonu, as he was slightly moping. I love the way Sonu inserts his paw into my hand (see the pic)…  

I adore the little nugget ! I’m conflicted about this movie. Not because of the story, and Bradley Cooper was glorious, but because I didn’t know the personal stuff about Leonard Bernstein till this movie. I feel that we shouldn’t know about the personal crap about our heroes or those who we respect. As they were (are) also human beings, they will disappoint you tremendously. The same thing happened about Ayn Rand, who wrote Fountain Head, and Atlas Shrugged,  I was like adoring her till I read the biography and of course about Charlie Rose… Really !! I’m not comfortable to also not to acknowledge if they have any predatory patterns, but it’s so disappointing, isn’t it ? But on the other hand, I also learned great things from (auto)biographies of people like Lee Iacocca (former President of Ford), Sam Walton (Wal-Mart founder), Nick Leeson (Rogue Trader).  Best thing I learned is Sam Walton’s how to get revenge on people when they piss you off. Oh well, I dusted off my personal distaste of this movie by listening to some Handel’s Messiah !

Today (12/21)I had to post something to my family in india, and also to get some chicken for my boy, so I actually put on my pants and went out. Apparently, a truck with untucked equipment went under a low bridge of a major highway near my house and damaged the bridge and thus two highways were cordoned off and all the bloody traffic flowed into a highway, near my house which is usually very traffic-less. So I had to find alternate routes to get this couriered off via fedex and then went wading in the traffic to a KFC to get chicken for my boy Sonu as he has been moping that I’m not getting him chicken. Got home and found that the Chewy box came with my kitties nourishment, so went down to bring the heavy box up and I had to rest, half way on the stairs. One of the girls’ boyfriend in the apartment across mine, helped to bring the box up.  Update: Yesterday the police dept. posted this note saying the routes are now open: i admire the person who wrote this note. lol

After finishing up chores like feeding the kitties, clearing some stuff and cooking (yes, I do cook), I finished watching the Swedish series on Netflix, A Nearly Normal Family. It is really well done and I may even read the book to explore some emotions, a little bit triggering if you have anxiety like I do, and also trigger warning as it has rape, but gosh, while shattering and defining what it means to be a family and the dynamics of family in crisis are depicted really marvelously. I also learnt that Swedish justice system works differently than American justice system.

The fact that 2023 is nearly over is actually causing me a bit of anxiety and made me face how much I dissociated mentally and how alienated I was from my own self. I feel like I’m still asleep and just walking through life dazed. The flicker of life which got ignited by the Stranger and is warming me up slowly and helping me from going into full zombie mode. I just need to live in the moment like the animals do. I clustered the forgiving silence in my chest and let it set and fester deep down, causing a certain rot; which I let to grow enough to reach deep through my ribs to where my heart longed to be touched, even if by rot. Now that my heart is lifeless, aged but softened. Perfectly decayed enough to be tender. I just simply need to break off the mold.  I don’t know what I’m waiting for.

Just need to wake up and reap the rewards ! Darling, it’s time to live !

Bazaar

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I want to tenderly smooch everyone ! I’m planning to work on tenderness towards myself and try and be a vegan in 2024. It has been in the works for ever and not sure if this would work even now. But I figured, making plans aren’t going to do any harm.

As I previously acknowledged, meeting this Stranger changed me, which is really surprising to me.  Even though, sometimes I burst into tears because of the uncertainty and absurdity of it all, I’m filling my life with colors and smiles. If I were a cartoon, a butterfly or two would be fluttering around my beaming face. I’m breaking into smiles for no apparent reason and freely exchanging them with others and I’m immensely happy. Should I feel guilty about this ?!

Or is this what you might call an OCD dream ? It’s like he’s my ultimate escape from reality. I don’t know what attracts me to him. I’m so drawn to him, and unless I’m completely mistaken, he is also attracted to me. It’s like two souls unconsciously recognize each other and are drawn to each other for their survival. I’ve had crushes before, even with a guy at my work but you know, this time it’s different. While my other crushes were fleeting, this Stranger is a goddamn knight on a white horse !

The other day (12/5) while driving to work, the traffic was terrible, so my car & I weren’t making much progress speedwise. My car navigator which I leave on even though I know the route, kept repeating “the traffic is heavy for some reason, but this is the fastest route”. It cracks me up to no end. Anyway, I was crawling along and I looked at this car in the next lane and there was a teenage boy in the backseat, and the boy and I both looked at each other and we burst into laughter ! it was so strange but also so featherweight and so fresh and so innocent ! and this filled me with sheer joy like you can’t put a price on it. the boy looked more like the aborigines or maori –

My cat, Minnou, will only drink from faucets, and that too from the faucet which I’m currently using. Some mornings it’s extremely irritating and disruptive especially the mornings when I’m rushing to go to work. I have to personally accommodate and pander to this little furry rogue’s hydration needs when there are perfectly good drinking water all over my place; a water fountain, two bowls of water (on the floor next to the fountain and dry food bowls), a bowl in the sink in the kitchenette (I use the term loosely) and another in the bathroom. (I’ve this irrational fear that if I get into an accident or die, at least my cats won’t die of hunger or thirst). If I’m using a sink either in kitchenette or bathroom, I remove the respective bowl, but there he will be, his royal highness, demanding water.  I tried to entice him to using other multitude bowls by buying various bowls of metal, ceramic; not even remotely close and a cigar wasn’t on the cards.  Sonu, on the other hand, is a kitty, who gets his hydration exclusively by eating wet food and he has no need for water. And the days when he demands to drink water, I know it’s time to make a trip to the vet because he will be running a low grade fever. And he would only drink water at the kitchenette sink, where I’ve to present him the bowl of water, with the kitchen faucet open slightly and then, he will proceed to drink his water while staring at the steady stream of water out of the faucet. Weirdo !

As I’m on vacay, I was clearing out junk while eating junk and singing to my cats, old hindi songs which I grew up with and now and then breaking out into little dances and thus confusing my cats but they are polite, civilized and gentlemanly and put up with their mama !

I’ve been observing this phenomenon and am not quite sure if I’m remembering things wrong or have completely lost it. Like I remember watching some movies and I could swear I watched them with my husband but when I look at the release date, it’s released after his passing. So I’m like, this is not possible. I can understand one movie, but a lot of movies are like that and I’m baffled. I know sometimes, I would be watching some stuff and if it is interesting, I’m like, I should tell Jace (my husband) about this. So, may be that’s how I’m remembering that I watched it with J, who the fuck knows ?

 Anyways, today (12/20) I watched a hindi movie called “Bazaar”, the cultural theme is truth based even though the story of the movie is a fiction, and cried my little eyes out; Ugh, it’s such a sad movie and I watched it when I was a child and this movie is basically set in my city Hyderabad and it is quite sad where barely legal girls (especially muslim) from poor background were sold by the parents as commodities because they need the money; obviously it’s not called “selling” because we live in a hypocritic society and so we observe basic social norms and cultural values. So while it’s not okay to call it “selling” and this is unacceptable term, but it becomes acceptable and respectable even if you call it “marriage”. But the truth of it all is, it’s more like “marrying” these girls to men who can be their fathers or grand fathers because they have money, and they can buy the girls. It is a terrible thing and I don’t understand why poor people think of tethering themselves to social norms, when society doesn’t save them. False pretenses, fake respect is all they live for.

I’ve been thinking a lot about storytelling, or penning them down in some space like this, so I can share a late night with the Stranger, may be while eating cakes and having coffee; like they do in the stories while sitting in the kitchen (I got no kitchen in this tiny apartment, so we probably will sit on the metal stairs); I’ve been thinking about penning memories as a way of preservation of myself, as a way to remember a moment in another way, taking up root and growing into a legacy.

We all have stories to tell and sometimes we find nice ways to frame our stories. The moral of this story sharing with Stranger or any tale is whatever we tell ourselves. Lies also can fit as perfectly as shards of broken glass when we take clues and glue back each jagged edge back to the original shape with a cracked view.