A small one

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My mom grew up in a farm where everything was home grown. Well, almost everything. Some of the vegetables that my aunt used to pluck from the garden and cook for us, during the vacations in our ancestral home in Palakkad ,were mouth watering delicious. She was a very good cook too.

I still remember those “cheena mullaku” chutneys she used to make for breakfast. A strong chilly flavour packed into those ever so tiny chillies. The flavour, the smell and its combination with soft, white melt in the mouth idlis is truly unforgettable. During the initial years of shifting back from Dubai to India, my mom had managed to grow those at home here in Thrissur. But the plant dies off soon. And we are left with only memories of that flavour. The “look a likes” in the supermarket these days don’t even taste quarter as good!

Why am I talking about those tiny, adorable highly spicy chillies? Well, I am at my parents’  home right now on a short break. That too alone, without my family. This house is packed with memories of my college life as it was built during my first year of college. In fact, I left the day after the house warming  to join the hostel and start my second year in college.

Yes, that was in back in 1993. A very long time ago. My mom’s garden has undergone many changes since then. Today I went ahead and clicked a few pictures of the area surrounding this house. The small garden at the back of the house is definitely the highlight. So sharing those pictures here. Collecting memories, I guess.

Out of Focus Ash Gourd

Out of Focus Ash Gourd

Ash Gourd again

Ash Gourd again

One Bunch of Bananas

One Bunch of Bananas

Two bunches of Bananas

Two bunches of Bananas

Okra

Okra

String Beans

String Beans

The Incident

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Car Diving

Picture Courtesy : Car Diving

It took a while for her to realize what was happening around her. The last thing Rema remembered is getting into the car and starting the engine. She was to pick up her daughter from her piano lessons. It was a 15 minute drive to the institute and was something that she always looked forward to doing.

 

Now she sat covered in a blanket wet to her bones being questioned by the police. A lady inspector was asking her if she was alright? Was she? She didn’t know what was happening. She doesn’t remember how she got there. How is she to answer a question like that? She sat there staring at the Inspector.

 

Inspector Jeena was looking over towards the other side of the lake. There on a stretcher was the body of an unidentified man. It wasn’t a gruesome scene at all. But she didn’t want the lady driver to see that scene as yet. She turned Rema to face the other direction and was trying to ask her a few questions. It looked like she was in a state of shock. Which is obvious after being pulled out of the lake after the car ran into it. Rema was plain lucky that she managed to get out the car. A passerby had rescued her and brought her to shore. The lake wasn’t a very deep one.

 

Now when the men were pulling out the car using a crane, Inspector Jeena could see that the windows were open. That is how Rema managed to surface. But why didn’t the man surface in time too, she thought. The post mortem is going to reveal the truth soon, thought she. Until then, it is best to keep all this from Rema. Not knowing what happened, a state of temporary amnesia is quite common in such accidents. This case will take some time to solve. There goes the fun Christmas holiday weekend with her daughter, she thought, as she nodded her head to inform the people to carry the body to the morgue for post mortem.

 

There was another ambulance ready to take Rema to the hospital. Jenna walked her to the ambulance, laid her down on the stretcher and got in with the nurses. She normally goes in the police jeep, but this time she somehow wanted to accompany Rema in the ambulance. Rema was holding on to Jeena’s hand tightly all along, but her eyes were now fixed on the van ceiling. Almost like as if she was in a trance.

 

To be continued……

Why I love Airports?

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Heathrow Airport

Heathrow Airport

As a child (not many years ago), I used to be fascinated with the place called an “Airport”. I had no idea how an aeroplane flew from Dubai and landed us in Mumbai. It was a mystery for a very long time. But even when the mystery of Aviation was revealed to me, the wonder and fascination of the airport remained intact. Even when the frequency of travel changed from once in two years to at least three times a year.

The earlier flights to Kochi were through Mumbai. The direct flight to Thiruvanthapuram was generally avoided because of the tiring drive to Palakkad. My uncle used to come to pick us up in his mighty white Ambassdor car. His jokes were a class apart. I have never seen or been with either of my grandfathers. This particular uncle was old enough to be my grandfather. In many ways I always considered him that.

The trip in those days was to meet our relatives and friends back in Palakkad and spend the two summer months in the cool Kerala rains. These days trips are about exploring the world. I love to travel. My first venture out of India was at the age of 5. But that was homeshifting and not travelling. I guess I can say that my first actual HOLIDAY tour was to Singapore/Malaysia back in the year 2001. My kids were 4 and 2 years old back then. Since that trip, we took a long gap (till 2010) from such holidays and began exploring the various parts of India instead. The kids were too small to handle such long travels abroad. In fact my son, who generally had no problems like vomiting, had a tough time on board the Singapore Airlines flight that day.

The Dubai airport has a special place in my heart. I have been coming here every year of my life since the age of 5. I have seen it grow. Yet, the fascination of the airport, be it in any part of the world, makes me feel like a child again. Ready to explore and learn something new.

Today, I embark on one such long pending tour. We are at present at the Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3, London , waiting to board our flight to Newark International Airport, New Jersey, USA. My first trip to the continent of North America.

G for Guilt

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That’s three in a row! It is perfect for the situation. Guilty as charged on all counts of stupidy that I have done in the name of good parenting.

And also apt because with this GUILT, I end the A to Z series. I am starting something  new on both my blogs from tomorrow.


G for Guilt

I watch you rise,
After every fall,
I watch you smile,
After every lull.

 

I caused this,
This pain you know,
I don’t regret it,
It was for you to grow.

 

I could have nodded,
Agreed with you too,
But I am a mother,
I care about you.

 

Proud of the man you are today,
I look at you without any guilt,
For if I hadn’t let you go, 
How would you do your bit?

 

~~ Jyothi Nair  – 22nd February 2014 ~~

A to Z

A to Z

F for Flattery

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Yeah , I know. This is way too quick. :D


F for Flattery

You know me well,
I know you too,
You like what I do,
Even if it’s not new.

 

Every “like” has a meaning,
If the friend has a heart,
It is just not an agreement,
It is indeed a pact.

 

We write better,
Till topics come in,
Then the source dies,
And a null sets in.

 

An encouraging comment,
A pat of a “share”,
It is not about flattery,
It is just that we care. 

 

~~ Jyothi Nair  – 22nd February 2014 ~~

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A to Z

E for Eagerness

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It has been really long. I have a lot of excuses to make, but they are pointless now. I just need to be able to express myself here again. For this I have to put an end to the guilt of not being able to participate in the A to Z challenge this year. So  I am going to publish the posts that were ready to publish in that series over the next two days and then move on with my blogging life. What say you?


 E for Eagerness

A boring tale,
Life would be,
If everyday,
Felt the same to me.

A brand new day,
A whole new feeling,
An urge to live,
To give life more meaning.

Those pretty flowers,
Those chirping birds,
The life that blooms
In spite all odds.

Every inspiration,
Has a path to show,
It all depends on,
Our eagerness to grow.

~~ Jyothi Nair  – 22nd February 2014 ~~

A to Z

A to Z