Sunday, November 15, 2020

the inanimate love

My tiny's library got a way too many books, and needs space, dusting, maintenance, what nots. I'm just waiting quietly to enroll her in my local library when she starts a bit of reading without assistance, when i can finally buy "only" the most curated keepers. 

I cannot handle mine too, I've lost count of the number of books i have given away to my local library or friends who wanted. Because there is an X amount of space and Y amount of energy that I can expend, and the TBR and buying spiralled out of control ever since we had salaries and flipkart accounts. Had to get the reins back in control, remember preloveds and spendfasts! 

Side note : I'm THANKFUL for Kindle and libraries. 

Back in my schooltime i had a lovely relationship with my librarian, during college-time when i visited my local librarian, that uncle would tell me here's a "Lee Child" take it you will like it. I have such fond memories of workplace having a tie up with British Council and me taking every opportunity to be in that vast beautiful modern space. 

Buying was happiness. Hoarding never was. Libraries were sheer joy, always. I'd hold the days i spent with books dearly. Browsing through the library, meeting friends at "Ispahani Towers - Cafe Coffee day" but going an hour early so that i can go to Landmark and eye some coffee table or Cake Baking books! 

Today - as I finish eating a nice hot plate of rasam rice and pepper chicken and eye "Anna Karenina" from the corner of my eye - in an empty house - because the child has gone out with the family to a relatives place, i already know my agenda. I'm not home alone anymore, I'm with Vronsky, Stepen, Levin, Kitty, Anna and travelled to Russia, all within three hours! BLISS! 

But inspite of the love for books. Not too many, i remind myself, every single day!! 
❤

Monday, October 5, 2020

Artsy speed-breaker

My father used to buy catchy pieces of street-art. Scupltures, pottery, wall paintings etc. Also our garden had quite a few flowering plants. When I recollect my quiet days while growing up, I clearly remember days when I would analyze a flowers petal arrangement or try to understand how beautiful the shades in a painting are, or arrange/rearrange flowers in a vase.

They were basically days when I slowed down and stopped to admire beauty.

To mimic a similar experience, I bought some pots, paintings today. I must say I'm feeling a bit peaceful. Every time i look at my desk, even on a Monday mornimg after a long weekend.

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Talking three tables

Morning conversation:
R: dosa vaasam enna koooodpidhu, saapdu saapdu nu
Me: thats okay, read aloud 3 tables once. then we can have breakfast.
R: hmmmmmm, okay.
Takes the multiplication book.
Tells aloud:
"Once upon a time there was a three tables. One day he went to his grandma's. He took her some food in a basket. On the way, he met a woodcutter, 'who are you' he asked-
I'm three tables, he said:
3 ones are three
3 twos are six... "
me: 😆

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