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A Perfect Vacation


Yet another summer vacation is just over. Though we couldn’t visit our relatives it was one of the most creative and well-spent vacations I’ve ever had. Take a look.

Picked up some new skills – making friendship bands and the basics of crochet.

  

  

Best out of waste – bags made from old clothes.

Bit of applique and embroidery to embellish plain T shirts.    

Some frocks and tops, for my girls and four sets of school uniform for my elder one.

The following task  consumed much of my time and energy – new slipovers and cushions for our sofas. All I had to spend was SR 100, for the furnishing material.

So much about the creative part. But the here are real the highlights of my vacation.

1. We painted the whole apartment – thank God it is just four little rooms. The walls had been covered up with the graffitti of my younger one. We waited all these four years for her to grow up. The walls now look great but I miss the mysterious , cute figures that her little fingers had doodled all over.

3. This is something I really enjoyed – I ripped open all the pillows, washed the fibre, combed it with an African comb, and made fresh, fluffy pillows and cushions.

2. I gave up my regular workout programme (after the realisation that it was gnawing my joints) to switch over to the most effective system of exercise – yoga. Wonder why I didn’t try it all these years. Now I wake up a bit earlier than usual so that the I can complete a perfect set of stretches. Spiritually and mentally I feel more rejuvenated.

Now tell me, wasn’t that a great vacation? Hope to be back to active blogging very soon.

Their Grandparents’ House


My parents’ house is just an ordinary place as far as we
grown-ups are concerned. But for the kids who grew up in the artificial set ups
of the desert, even a blade of grass is a matter of wonder. Every nook and
corner offered them feast for their eyes. Let me take you along to some of
those scenes.

Giants in the neighbourhood:

For our neighbour, partitioning his property might have been
a big deal as he had many ‘giants’ to divide among his two sons. Now the sons
who live uphill and downhill have chained two of their elephants on to the
rubber trees in their plots. While the Trivandrum Zoo (at the State capital)
houses just one elephant often there were many around our house!

My kids were filled with awe to see them feed on the palm
leaves, the way they curled their trunks, the prize tusks, the fanning ears,
the heaps of elephant droppings, etc. The elephants were in an angry mood and
we could hear them trumpet unceasingly. I did feel sorry for them, though they
were taken good care of by their owners.

On our way back we spotted this millipede heading along. I
had a kind of aversion for such creatures, but don’t know why, recently I have
started admiring them. They are not jumpy like the crickets or the frogs, not
fluttering like the butterflies or the dragonflies – just cool and composed. Don’t
you think it is beautiful?

The nest:

The little humming birds (or better you name it) have been
the inhabitants of our place since my student days. Earlier they used to
construct their nest under the net above the well. When the drenching rains made the nest-making a risky affair, (once the nest almost fell) my father decided to guide them to a safer place under the eaves. He made all the necessary arrangements for the shifting and luckily the birds did not ignore the good intentions.

The windows of the drawing-room open to the live show of
their life and it was so peaceful watching it. The kids learned a few
practical lessons, more than what their EVS books offer.

Attending a wedding:

The last wedding I attended was eleven years ago where I acted
bride. Since then so many of my dear and near ones (including my sister) got
married but I missed every single one of them. This time I was in the thrill of
attending a cousin’s wedding.

The wedding ceremonies in the villages have not completely
lost their charm and above all their innocence. Everyone in the family will
have some role to play, making them feel an integral part of the ceremony, and
that is the beauty of the traditions.

On the eve of the wedding the brothers-in-law
(one being my husband) twisted the threads for the wedding knot. (For the first
time I got to know the concept behind pulling out exactly seven threads from
the wedding saree for this purpose.)

Another memorable event of the eve was a traditional
Christian dance performance, which reminded me of Kalarippayattu, the martial
art form of Kerala. The powerful Kerala culture permeates all our religious
functions – slight alterations are made just for the sake of giving them a
different identity.

(Idea stolen from my daughter’s holiday homework.) Moral of the blog: Now and then go through the assignments of your kids – you will get ideas to (blog)bore your readers.