(Me )me time

It's that time of the year when there are plenty of memes floating around in the blogosphere. I've seen Karthi (Kitchenmate) tag me for the Me meme, atleast two people have tagged me for the 5 foods before you die Meme started in the Traveller's Lunchbox.

Since its always easier to talk about oneself (or may be not), I shall tackle the first one first.

Sunset on the way back from Brighton beach

I am thinking about: some of the things I read yesterday on this blog called the Happiness Project. Little things that make a lot of difference. Simple things like how cleaning up your kitchen and de-cluttering your home before you sleep at night, makes your morning better and brighter.

I said: when I see a meme like this, with two words to start me off, my mind goes blank. There could be a hundred things I want to say, my fingers are rested on the keyboard and I don't know what to write.

Cute li'l chicks in Mahabaleshwar market

I want to: be able to express my feelings crystal clear in writing. I'd like to gift it to S someday. I want to write a book someday on the little things in life. I want to start my little home-style restaurant in Bangalore, a place where people will love to just hang around, a place that reminds people of home.

I wish: I wouldn't mess up my cleaned up closets so soon. I wish they'd remain organised forever. I wish I'll be a more accomodating, less bickering wife. I wish I'll be a patient mom. (when I become one that is). I wish to be my kid's best friend.

I regret: not joining my husband (S) on the sky-dive, a 180 ft jump and dangle in the sky in one of the amusement parks. It would sure have been an experience of a lifetime. It could be done singly, in pairs or as a set of three people. S did it with Manu and I was too scared to join them. I knew it was safe, but the fear was too much to handle...

I hear: the silence of my soul when I chant OM. I've been hearing that silence for the last few mornings I've woken up early. It sounds so good that I don't want to come out of it...

Staring down at the valley in Mahabaleshwar

I am: a down-to-earth simpleton at heart with very few materialistic desires.

I dance: in my mind when I hear a catchy song. Somehow I'm not too co ordinated when it comes to dancing with my body :) I've been wanting to learn salsa for quite some time, if not for anything else, to break the mindset that I CANT dance.

Monsoons as seen from my balcony

I sing: pretty well. I've learnt both Carnatic and Hindustani Classical music. I like standing in my balcony, watching the Sun set into the Arabian Sea and sing one of my favourite bandish. I want to resume singing lessons soon, probably writing this down will push me to the music school this evening...

I cry: at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, I don't even know if it was something worth crying about. Most of the times I cry because I've said something that I dind't mean to say at all. If I don't cry for too many days at a stretch, I wonder if everything is alright with me ;)

I am not: a person who wishes ill for anyone ever.

I write: from my soul. Writing to me is a form of meditation. When I read something that I've written months ago, I wonder if its me who has written this.

I confuse: like hell between left and right. It's been a problem since childhood and I haven't outgrown that yet.

I need: to harness my talents in a better way. I need to work towards my long term goals and not build castles in the air. I need to put things to paper and put in a sincere effort.

I (try to) value: everything that I've got ! When I feel low about something, I try and think of the stuff God has gifted me with. A caring family, a wonderfully supporting husband, a lovely home and so much more. I value the time we spend together, sometimes without even speaking a word. Each of us doing their thing and yet basking in the warmth of each other's companionship. Like that saying I once heard- "“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.”

I love: nature, trees, farms, fields. I'm waiting for the day I can move out of Bombay, throw seeds in the soil, watch them grow. I love baking. Makes me feel like a real woman, churning out magic from a bunch of boring ingredients. I love to just stand and stare and beautiful scenery. I love to know that I'm loved by some people for just who I am. I love the fact that despite all my flaws, S loves me so...

I think: about how our lives will be 10 years from now. Will I be the same when I'm 40? Will we talk at all, or just be furiously sending of emails and text messages? Will we be able to smell food, places and animals on TV?

I hope: I mature for the better as I turn older. I hope to be more patient, perseverant, more understanding, less bickering. I hope my kids don't think I'm too painful a person to deal with. I hope I end up liking the dogs that S plans to buy when we move out of here. I hope i have a beautiful garden around our home. I hope my kitchen always stays warm and cozy with a beautiful aroma about it.

I tag:

Anita of Mad Tea Party, Raji of En Iniya Ninaivugal and Chandrika of Akshayapatra