Slice of Life

The exhausting traffic snarls take the wind out of you due to which I rarely visit the far flung southern part of the city anymore. It was a random occasion for my journey out there and as my car sped from Victoria Terminus towards Crawford market, my heart skipped a beat as I was passing by the iconic art college where I had studied. It stirred a whole lot of emotions and memories which leaped out of oblivion. As I peered through the windshield, my eyes fell on the wide gates thru which the distinct promenade and majestic architecture of the prestigious college came into full view. If one wanted to study art then this was the best college to go to. You had students from all strata of society, right from the elite to the underprivileged.I enjoyed the best of both worlds being in the golden middle. That shaped me into being very comfortable in my own skin and made me believe that it is okay to be or not to be class or brand conscious and go by the adage " to each his own"...

We were back from a gruelling stint at the hospital. It was so comforting to step into the house; almost like a " grihapravesh " as if we were starting life once again. The familiar warm comforting space which engulfed all of me. Every nook & corner of  the house beckoned to me as if to say it missed our presence & likewise. There was a lump in my throat as I stood grateful to get a new lease to life. Home is truly where the heart is. Not a single visitor was allowed coupled with a stack of hardcore restrictions....this deal was much better than the roller coaster ride of emotions at the hospital. Coming home was treading  on familiar territory and that was half battle won. The strategy was to take one day at a time to tick mark all the to do's on the list in order to smoothen out all the rough edges of the given situation. After everyone was fast asleep I did the unthinkable. Ordered a tiny cake for myself before the clock struck twelve, almost like Cindrell...