It's just that way, sometimes...

Light showers early in the morning, lent a bigger chill to the day. The nip in the breeze was replaced by a bite. Ordinarily I should have pulled the ends of my mouth down and ducked under the covers. But not that this time; I went for a walk...a thoroughly invigorating walk in the crisp air and loved it. Sometimes...I shock myself and feel good about it!

Sometimes in the pre-winter/winter days, no book or cosy corner; neither tea nor coffee with aaloo parathas or hot samosas work to pump up my sagging spirit. Like a reptile I 'chill' and I mean literally freeze and get cold in my flesh, in my bones and long to hibernate beneath the fluffy, warm, soft covers of a comforter without feeling guilty of indolence, and sometimes I do...hibernate. Sometimes it's good to take a break and rest my aching self...

Sometimes, curling my hands around a hot bowl of soup comforts my soul more than the satiation of physical hunger does. Don't ask me why. I've never bothered to find out why. It is more than enough to feel warm deep inside.....sometimes...many times that's the way it is.

Sometimes I have those 'thank god' moments in the most unlikely situations! Why, just the other day a Dior bottle, may I add coveted Dior, fell out of my hands and landed on the glass top of the console. Although the glass was a thick gauge, it shattered and fortunately I escaped with a small but deep cut which bled a lot, but it wasn't serious! And no, that's not the gratitude moment...though normally one would think it should be so.
Mine was, "Thank God, the Dior didn't break...thank you God."

As silly as it may sound, sometimes, that's how things are!

And then sometimes there are those real life moments that make a Santa-Banta joke come alive! There was this gentleman, 'P', at a wedding, I attended recently. While everyone was attired in their formal wedding best, our friend was walking around in his shirtsleeves and a half sleeved one at that! So a member of the family took it upon himself to enquire about the out-of-place informal dress.

 

"For your kind information, I have a sherwani," retorted 'P', loftily, obviously offended by the question.

"I don't see it," said the relative.
"Didn't I say I have a sherwani? I've brought it along too."
"Okay. Phir kyun nahin pehna?"
"Ganda nahin ho jata? If I wore it these kids would have dirtied it. So you see, I have a sherwani for the wedding," 'P' answered triumphantly.

Hehehehehehahahahaaa! Sometimes we come across jokers who bring silly jokes to life!

At this time of the year preceding Christmas, I'm so full of the Christmas spirit of love, peace and joy. Everything looks so different...there's a newness in the sameness! But sometimes, like at this time, the only lifted spirit I have is in a bottle of Old Monk, as I pour it into the Christmas cake batter!
Sometimes, I suppose it's alright for my Christmas spirit to sag between the pins of hope and cheer, longing and believing, that hold it up in a tenacious grip.

It's normal to miss my kids especially at Christmas...it's just that way sometimes...many times...all the time.

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Glossary:

Sherwani.................................In India, the sherwani is generally worn for formal occasions in winter by those of North Indian descent, especially those from Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh and Hyderabadi-Muslims. The sherwani is generally associated with Muslims while the achkan was historically favored by Hindu nobles. The two garments have significant similarities, though sherwanis typically are more flaired at the hips. The achkan was also modified into the Nehru Jacket which is popular in India.

 

The Hyderabadi Sherwani was the dress of choice of the Nizam of Hyderabad and Hyderabadi nobles. The Hyderabadi sherwani is longer than normal sherwani reaching below the knees. Sherwani originated in South Asia and was the court dress of nobles of the royals of India, before being more generally adopted in the late eighteenth century. It appeared during the period of British India in 18th century, as a fusion of the Shalwar Kameez with the British frock coat.
(Courtesy Wikipedia)

Okay. Phir kyun nahin pehna?.........Okay. So why haven't you worn it?

Ganda nahin ho jata?.......................Wouldn't it have got dirty?

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