Taking stock...

The no. of times I have come here, half written some post, left it languishing  in the drafts..story of my life. Days have been a bit crazy, and once the visa arrived.... yes, it did, finally.....even more so, frantically trying to close out loose ends and then not being able to. Packing has taken up a lot of time and seems to be never ending, I have tried to be organised but after a point of time I lose the plot, just how many things/clothes/books does one need? It is becoming a case of more is less now, something I am trying to address.

Anything I leave behind has to be packed in cartons, labelled...I have forgotten the code to the combination lock of a suitcase thankfully it was full and i am leaving it behind...Kids have been very unhelpful through this all as they drag everything out and I am constantly putting stuff in...the rains and holidays and people who need to do work in time not doing it, all this is just adding to the chaos.

Inspite of the urgency, procrastination rules at times..I have had no time to dwell on the life which would be there...and tell myself that it is not going to happen until I get there. Have gained back all the weight I had lost doing yoga and eating sensibly...mid June onwards its been very erratic my schedule. People ask if we are happy or not to go back and the adjustments that would follow - for the kids, schooling in a new language and frankly I don't know, it's like the time here is on expiry and taking all things into account, this is the best way. Two years ago, it was a different perspective and I do think adjustments are a big part and parcel of life off late.

Goes without saying, I will miss the times we had here, living in this house of Tatha, with the honge marra standing tall like a sentinel outside, the people I met, friends from previous lives, the exuberance during festivals, there being no struggle for acceptance, the kids learning Hindi and my daughter's tryst with learning dance and music...the Indian-ness we keep talking about and I am sure it will stay with them. Kids have a great set of friends in the neighbourhood now, backstreet girls as we pun, and are waiting for 4 o clock, a big glass of milk gulped down to go and play, trooping in reluctantly when I herd them back home.

Indeed, life there will have some calibration for us all. As of now, one day at a time, like how its been for a while.

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  1. Unknown17 August 2016 at 01:36

    This is so inspiring! I love the post:)

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