Archive | December, 2011

Peace, Joy & Other Fuzzy Stories

29 Dec

2011. The Year of the Happening. The year of Arab Spring and the royal wedding, the death of Bin Laden and the end of the war. A pack of famous and notorious names passed on, the U.S. clambered out of recession, Lokpal became a household buzzword in India and the great wheel of life churned on. With this hum of world events in the backdrop, I commenced the year wrapping up my work and life in Bombay and doling out bear hugs to the precious people I wouldn’t see for a while. Valentine’s Day landed me in San Francisco (and yes, that was totally planned) and into the arms of my patiently waiting Boy. In the months that followed, we set about making a home, fashioning a life and enjoying the many pleasures of the area.

2011. The Year of Beginnings. The year of a new home, new job, new life and new friends. World events swirled outside our little bubble as the Boy and I delighted in our time together, savoring the joy of basic couch-and-movie time, cooking delicious meals, exploring parks in the brilliant sunshine, reconnecting with old friends and establishing new relationships. We introduced each other to our family here and were warmly embraced, developed a circle of friends, and settled into the area quickly and comfortably. We rediscovered home in each other (go ahead, barf at the cliché), in the fabricated rituals that emerge from non-religious, bi-cultural cohabitation, and I even found a desi waxing lady and this was the high point of my year. Just kidding. :mrgreen:

2011. The Year of Exhaling. The year when my screeching train wreck of an existence finally became a gentle chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug-a. Last year was hard and in saying that I’ve made the most understated remark I ever will. It was a year filled with memories that would torture me if I let them, but uh-uh, I’m Dalai Lama-ing instead, bubbling over as I am, with contentment and gratitude. This year was for lying on my buttery soft couch and breathing. For listening to the icemaker go clack. For straightening the bows on the back of my dining chairs. And for chucking all that meandering  for 12-hour workdays involving kiddie poo.

2011. The Year of Review. The year I stand amidst its final days and marvel at how far we’ve come. How loved we feel. How thankful we are. How blessed. Our family is mostly well, we’ve traveled and socialized, lived it up and loved it, we’ve been healthy, at peace and have new lace curtains on the living room window (What? I had to share that with you!) and this beautiful respite has provided us with strength to grapple with the curveballs that life will eventually throw. Some folks I know can’t wait for 2011 to be over. It’s been the worst year, they complain. I can’t either. But only because I’m greedy and want to see how much better this life thingy can get.

Happy New Year, lovely people. Thank you for sharing this one with me.

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Warmth and December

23 Dec

And so it is that Christmas is nearly upon us. The season has been a whirl of parties, merriment, concerts, gifting, annual traditions and hours spent with dear ones. It has been a time for acknowledging our many blessings in this Year of A Million Changes. A time for gratitude amidst the busyness, warmth amidst the Northern California chill. Many gingerbread men were birthed, apple crisp candles burned, cider consumed and lights strung, and ornaments hung on our tree by family and friends. Carols were sung and pies baked, and hard work put in to make the time of year special for the children we serve at work.

The Boy and I have never met so many of you who visit here, but we do want you to know we wish you well.

Merry Christmas, all!!!

I leave you with a picture of our tree this year as we head to L.A. this afternoon to celebrate with family. What are your plans? Where will you be? What do you hope for in the days ahead? 🙂


[Credits: The Boy and his Nikon D-5100. That I didn’t realize had replaced the Olympus. But then again, I didn’t notice he has dimples until we’d dated 2 years.]

Four Years Later…

7 Dec

…it is good to know I’m still his “Highest Priority Interrupt”.

Never mind the techie terminology, people, I’m just glad I broke out of the restroom I was trapped in and managed to meet the man for the first time.  Four long and crazy years ago.

Someone somewhere owes the Intercontinental Hotel a door latch. But you don’t know anything about that. Right?

 

The Sharpest Tool

3 Dec

Me (sniffling over the phone): I have a code.

Cousin B (jubilantly): I always knew you had it in you to be in the intelligence field!

 

Family. Gotta love the way they love you.