Last week was epic! It was a “heroic” week, so to speak. Grand and monumental in scale. A week that came with lot of unique experiences and also one that threw plenty of curve balls my way. I guess in totality the “good” and the “ugly” managed to balance each other pretty well, even though precariously.
On Monday I visited the absolutely outstanding India Art Fair with the nineteen year-old. And Oh Boy! was I floored? You bet I was that, and more. Such amazing pieces of art stood hanging on the walls, or standing in between nothingness; staring back at us with their redolent charm. It was indeed the most prized day of the week for me. I didn’t want to leave, as I felt I could go all over the hall again, admiring the mind-blowing work every artist had painstakingly created. It was also a day of awakenings, I presume. The nineteen year old came home inspired, gung-ho and motivated to start her own blog.
The rest of the week passed in a hazy blur. I was down with the vicious viral and a laryngitis. The doctor commanded voice rest. A sign from the universe to immerse myself in quietude. I tried, but failed miserably. How does a chatter box rest the voice box, laryngitis or no laryngitis? My older furry baby who is twelve; eighty-four in dog years fell seriously ill at the same time. Unending tests, a scare on malignancy and long vet visits everyday, revealed that things eventually settles down with each one of us, and the universe has larger plans. Cotton is doing better, eating well and looking happier. Touché , touché, touché!
Our Valentines day got jinxed for the first ever time, and we managed to do nothing. The DH had to go to work for almost half a day. Thereafter, rest of the evening was spent at the vet, and finally when we reached home famished and exhausted, the food I had ordered arrived 2 hours late. I did not manage to bake the carrot-walnut cake I had planned to, or put together a meal as I was pretty much under the weather that day. But every cloud has a silver lining, and yes we did start off our morning by listening to some favourite mushy songs together. So all was not lost you see!
The weekend came packed in a mean punch. My bestie arrived from Bombay to be with me for a day. She had an evening flight out. We spent a very memorable day sharing non-stop giggles, having soul conversations, bumping into some wonderful strangers, drinking some really nice Sangria and eating the most delicious Spicy Mango, watermelon and coconut salad and Khow Suey. The evening wouldn’t have been complete without the extra sweet, kadak masala chai and playing our favourite tracks in the car. Love how she is always there for me, every single time. The DH and I, also attended an extraordinary Sufi concert of the Nizami Brothers in our condo that evening. They play at the famous Hazrat Nizzamuddin Dargah in Delhi, where they also happened to have performed with Ranbir Kapoor for the famous movie, Rockstar. I was not to sure about my inclination towards Sufi music, but I surprised myself by thoroughly enjoying their soulful renditions like Kun Faya, Damadam Mast Kalandar and a few others.
Sunday was uneventful, spent doing just nothing at all apart from whipping a quick lip-smacking shrimp salad for supper. I believe we were all tired from the roller coaster week. The DH had also been on a hectic travel schedule. It seemed everybody at home wanted some space (except for the happy-go-lucky nine year-old). We only ended by irritating the wits out of each other, if we got into each others way.
Today is the start to a brand new week. I’ve managed to keep up with my fitness goals for the day by cycling and eating right, so far. I also caught up with a friend downstairs in the receding winter sun for a quick soulful chat. I’m posting my #MondayMusings on time after a long time. So all in all I’m a happy bunny. Over to a brand new week of new beginnings!