HibernationLetters 16

You come and go like seasons now, but my weather has remained constant since the first time you left.

Last night I chose to be there again, next to you on the lake side. The water extending beyond our sight stirring us everytime the balmy breeze came our way. Somehow surrounded by tranquility the love shared seemed more profound. Sitting there till sunset staring into your eyes was worth every second. How much the water scared you and I kept assuring about my swimming skills that I would save the both of us incase the pier we sat on cracks.

Remembering all this I fell asleep. For the first time in the past 3 weeks I could finally sleep at night, like a baby. My thoughts were converted into dreams and there I was again with you cycling in circles around that lake. Sharing our joyful childhood memories where cycles used to be one of the prized possessions of a kid.

Amidst these incessant memories I found peace, this time without your physical presence but equally fulfilling. The chaos in my head eventually settled.

You seem to do fine as well.

Reminiscing all this almost made me miss my station.

I have to leave now. See you soon in the dream palace tonight!

Auldrin

Father's day chronicles (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today being Father's day, me and the officer geared up for our own personal way of celebration.

Walk and talk followed by a day filled with conversations pouring out gems.

That's our idea of making the day special, being in each other's company.

Here are a few glimpses.

Have you read today's TOI newspaper?

Do visit the LG vs AAP column on page 4.

Delhi's CM is successfully entertaining us with his hysterical behaviour for a couple of years now. Though now his cough & scarf are in a dormant state, his dialogue delivery shall leave you appalled.

Just like the headline of this column-

“PM Modi neither talks to me nor looks at me nor allows me to talk”.

If you've been hearing the recent events, Mr. Kejriwal is on a so called ‘dharna’ in an AC hall just outside the LGs office. By the images on the television he and his associates were comfortably lying there while his city was eating fried eggs straight from the pans kept outside in open. In this scorching heat and water shortage aren't the ministers supposed to be in their offices working for their people.

Why do we need strikes to meet the demands in our own country? Also, Can't we be the ones to take a step further for its betterment.

Anyways, I am sure that a man solely dedicated to his work, not even daring to stay with a wife will hardly pay attention to a raving person on his path.

Somewhere I still feel that nobody tops the list of maintaining a caricature like our one and only “Pappu”.

On the day our ex-PM, Mr. A B Vajpayee was admitted to the hospital, his first visitor was the famous leading member of the Gandhi clan! I wonder Mr. Rahul Gandhi had forgotten about the latter being a BJP member and not Congress but it was too late to turn around then.

Aahh...we had our share of laughter now you can too.

Amidst these discussions, Baba Ramdev ji appeared on the TV screen doing his extraordinary yoga stunts ('nauli kriya’ being one of them).

The bodyguard asked my lady to make mango shake and taking advantage of the perfect timing, she whimsically replied -

”Beta, why don't you have a glass of milk along with a mango and perform 'nauli kriya’!”

Hahahaha..the cheers of laughter filled the room.

Hoping for the day to continue in the same way

See you later.

QOTD- If Pappu and Kejru are the only people left with you on this planet, what would you prefer to do?

Have a happy Sunday.

Auldrin

Major hand-wash explosion (TheTelegraphicTales)

Major handwash explosion

Do you remember Ross's major shampoo explosion?

Here's a snippet-

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Ross: Oh NO!!
Rachel: What? What is it?
Ross: Major shampoo explosion!!!
Rachel: Uh, look Ross. This really isn't easy.
Ross: Oh, it's all over everything! Why?! Why me?!?
Rachel: Because you took three hundred bottles of shampoo?
Ross: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You were saying?
Rachel: Well yeah, well look.. it's about me and..
Ross: OH NOT ANOTHER ONE! Oh my G--and it's moisturizer! It's even harder to clean! Why? Why do bad things happen to good people?!?
Rachel: Wow! Well clearly this is not a good time..
Ross: Uh, you think?!

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This is for your memory. I have the whole series memorised. Huh, if only I could remember all the drugs classifications like this😑...never mind!

Well such events are hilarious only when on television. It's a disaster in reality of which I was a victim today.

When the Amazon pantry order arrived, one of the items being a 1L handwash refill had exploded! Just as I picked it up to see where the leak came from I was covered with soap in seconds.

Guys, this is the moment when you truly need people with common sense actually active at that time.

I rushed to the bathroom with the officer in order to fill the hand-wash bottles as quickly as we could but soon we ran out of them. Instantly he thought that it's simply soap so we can use it for washing clothes and started scraping the sticky material off my skin. I was moistened by the soap anyway what was left was to go and stand under the shower of an hour or so.

Ok I did that too.

Have you ever washed clothes with a hand-wash?

Leave that, answer this- In an era where we have different lotions/soaps for different areas of our body, have you had a full bath with a hand-wash?

Thank god it was liquid! Else just imagine a hand-wash bar someone used before you, what they washed last and what you intend to wash first!! Yes...Eww..is the word!

Next I went to check on the clothes.

The officer who was already exhausted after returning from work sat there next to the machine with a crappy face and said that the washing machine was broken!

It's not the explosion but the aftermath that hurts more.

I sat next to him, infront of us was the huge pile of clothes already soaked in buckets of that liquid soap and a broken “automatic” washing machine.

QOTD- What do you think we did next?

Whimsically surviving every day!

Auldrin

The maid to honour (TheTelegraphicTales)

The maid to honour

Today I realised about the fuss in media, actresses making comebacks into the industry after finally managing their respective marriages, to settling their kids into schools and some who were busy until their children did well in X/Xll boards. As for me, after surviving nights of turmoil I set my foot back into the sea of words. Let's see how far I can swim this time.

This is about Amma ( our maid in her late 40s). She is mostly punctual, her arrival being between 6:15-6:30am. Over the few months of my stay at home I have stopped using alarms for she does that part very well by switching off the fan on entering my room. With 42 deg celsius temperature one can easily get up from sleep with an automatic bath in their own sweat.

To me she is an epitome of tranquility, which is highly unlikely these days to find such a quality in a maid.

Mostly we experience a person who works for us, cleans our house as well as keeping us up to date with the society gossips, like who spent more & how much for their child's wedding, to the new extra marital affairs, who doesn't treat them well and they only love the home in which they are present for that particular moment. But Amma just does her work, has a cup of tea and leaves for the next house.

Strange isn't it? I feel we are blessed to have her and in order to keep her contended too I fight with my lady to not nag her about anything as the consequences of her leaving are frightened. Occasionally while me and the officer have our morning tea gup-shup I ask Amma about her views in relation to the conversation, sometimes she favours me else the other two. She ends up sharing some laughs with us, my motive being-making her comfortable, loved and respectful. The other day during the meeting of Mr. Trump and Mr. Kim, we were keenly interested in whether or not the WW-3 was to take place. Well not that we want any of it to happen it surely did add humour to the officer's question- Should I go to office or back to sleep? For he would prefer to be in peace lying on his comfy mattress in a cosy sleep, when/if anything like this ever happens.

There sitting in a corner, faintly smiling Amma finally gave up struggling with those curves on her face and laughed saying the work never stops till a person decides to halt, pushing all his energy on the brakes.

As for me, I have accepted the truth that one can survive without anyone in cities these days but not the maid. Believe me on this, she is 'the maid to honour’ in today's world!

P.S. The bodyguard(metaphorical) has asked to switch ON the AC in the hall so that when he arrives home from the killing heat, it will be thanda-thanda cool-cool😀

QOTD- Was my comeback fair enough for the blog-office OR barely charted in the box-office like Madhuri's 'aaja nachle’ or Ash's 'jazbaa’ or even Kajol's ‘dilwale’?

Auldrin😇

HibernationLetters 15

Since you left my brain is busy in search of ways for a distraction, maybe that's why it hasn't accepted any signals from the burning chest and the choking throat for an immediate action.

Here I am treating myself with therapeutic words, hoping for the discomfort to subside soon.

That last call you received was just to record your voice in my memory, one last time, as now that seems to be the only honest word you ever said to me.

The first one was rude- like the usual,

the second one showed slight concern- like I'd expected

& the third 'hello’ finally reflected your pain too.

There was so much I decided to say, so much that I wanted to change, me this time not you but like people say sometimes, when you finally find the right moment it's already too late.

So I stood still holding the storm inside and remained silent, like you always wanted. This time forever.

QOTD- Are you people wondering about the remaining 14 letters?

Stay tuned for more in the new series the “hibernation letters”.

Auldrin

Book Review-A house without windows

A House Without Windows
Author- Nadia Hashimi
Publisher- Harper Collins
Format- Paperback
M.Ṛ.P- 499
No. of pages- 414

This fiction novel is written by Nadia Hashimi, a paediatrician by profession, yet her words are so heartfelt and spellbounding. The story revolves around an afghan village where a husband is murdered by his wife which further illuminates the traditional culture of the country, life in a women’s prison known as Chil Mahtab in Kabul and the secrets and struggles of a multigenerational family.

Who is Zeba?
A daughter, in a family where the father left one day unannounced leaving behind his wife and two children. The mother convinced her little children that their father had gone to participate in the war yet in her heart she knew he left her and was somewhere alive.

Who is Zeba?
A sister, who looked up to her brother to save her from the perilous world always and forever still she is distanced from him due to her husband's behaviour.

Who is Zeba?
A wife, facing the atrocities by her husband for years who just killed him one day to protect her honour and of someone else. A woman who in her sane mind accepted her crime and went to the prison where she finally felt ‘free’.

Who is Zeba?
A mother, protecting her four children from the demon called society. A patient woman who without uttering a word goes to the prison leaving them behind with her husband's family. Her children knowing that their mother could not have done such heinous crime but unaware of exact circumstances.

Who is Zeba?
A friend, named as the famous Mallika Zeba in the prison by her fellow inmates who felt grateful to whatever she did for them before being sentenced for the murder.

And then there comes Yusuf, an Afghan born-American raised lawyer who takes up Zeba's case knowing that it's a dead end but not losing hope till the end.
Read this mystery filled haunting tale and it will transform the power of your reading grabbing attention to every single page.

Rating- 4.5/5

Signing off!
©Auldrin❤