My Dear Beta,
How are you? Thought I'd do the old fashioned thing and write a letter....oh we call it mail these days...:) I think this quote says it better....“What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call.” But then I am a sentimental fool and being from a past generation only compounds it...LOL
I've had quite a restless night and am feeling a bit drowsy this morning. Even my cup of nice, strong ginger tea couldn't raise me up. Guess a cold shower will fare better! I suppose too much of time on one's hands is not good for the mind.......I thought about that too, about the connection, and figured it out.....the hands dig up old memories and skeletons long buried...idle hands..:) Whacky eh..??
Hopefully, things will settle down and I will finally be on even keel. Too much has transpired too soon...back-to-back and it is telling on me...age I suppose is finally overtaking my mental capacity and strength....the fight seems to be dying down. Still the morning brings hope, it's the evenings and night that dash all hopes while I battle loneliness. It's a sunny day today, clear sky so I guess we get some respite from rain.
I enjoyed a rickshaw ride in a drizzle the other day. It was early morning and I had to draw cash for the maid's pay. Threatened by heavier showers I scurried to the ATM....but remembered too late that muddy puddles and speeding cars were also on the way !!!!!!! Pachaaak...pachaaak.........:(
Oh that's a rhyme....unintended poetry LOL
That's it for now. I've had my tea and shall read the paper.
Love...Mama
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Glossary
Beta........son
rickshaw........a three-wheeled cycle carrier. It has a cushioned seat behind the rickshaw driver which can comfortably seat two people. It is canopied and offers some protection from light showers.
pachaak.......a Hindi word to convey the sound of splashing water...
I used to write lots of letters but now I communicate electronically. I have been experiencing sluggish mornings. It bothers me. Can't be age!
ReplyDeleteMaxie, I'm sure age has nothing to do with it! And yes, quick electronic communications....chatting etc are today's mode....so thought I'd actually "write" letters on the laptop and "post" it into "inboxes".......:D
ReplyDeleteLetter writing is a dying art. Hope all is well with you and that your business is booming.
ReplyDeleteHi Marlene, good to see you! I'm good, but business isn't getting off too well...:( Perhaps it's about timing. Will wait and watch...something good is bound to happen...:)
ReplyDeleteRead your post, glad to know the remodelling is getting along fine.
"Dear Beta" says enough to me Khushi ! Can relate to every word you say -including Pachaaak...pachaaak.... letter writing has been an essential ingredient for me for some 3 decades! Have enjoyed many songs as well re letters from nears & dears. Many thanks
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful Raj, that you actually not only write but also receive letters! I would love to have a bit of that pleasure...:) However my hopeful efforts at reviving the art in my circle failed miserably as none of my letters got a written reply.......I received phone calls instead!! Mobile phones have contributed too to the death of a real pleasure..
ReplyDeleteJoy, thanks for your visit and support for Daisy. She is doing a little better I believe but we will know for sure Monday when they do more blood work.
ReplyDeleteAm sure we are familiar with those soulful songs - highlighting the please those letter brought - Citthi Aai hai Watan say Chitti Aai Hai [ A letter has come from my native land] .. Many thanks Khushi
ReplyDeleteA touching and insightful post Joy. I have thought hard about the last letter I received...over two years ago. Oops,apart from the one sent by Bev while I was in France for a week before she came to join me. I re-read it every day.
ReplyDelete@Raj....Yes Raj there are numerous Indian songs about letters...some that evoke love for the Motherland, as you have mentioned, and some romance...."Phool tumhe bheja hai khat mein, phool nahin mera dil hai"....:) ( These flowers I'm sending you in a letter are not just flowers but my heart..)
ReplyDelete@Ken...You've said it Ken, just the way I feel it. I still have the letters my husband wrote me through our courtship and even later when we would be separated by a posting...they're priceless and I still read them!
There is something so comforting about writing and receiving a letter. There is an intimacy and care that can't be duplicated in electronic media. So happy to follow you here :)
ReplyDeleteWelcome Septembermom! I reciprocate the happiness in following your blog..:D
ReplyDeleteLanded here following a 'bhindi gosht' trail. Something so nostalgic about letter writing...
ReplyDeleteWelcome Deeba! Ah! the food trail :))...Thank you for visiting.
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