Little Miss Sunshine!!

A pinch of salt, a spoonful of sugar,a mixture of condiments,a dollop of cream... so are my stories, so are my dreams!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

is it spicy? is it sweet? is it bitter or sour? what is the taste of life?

The car was going at a pace of about 80. She was literally racing against the wind. She didn't care. She didn't care that the rain was pouring heavily, she didn't care that visibility was almost nil, she just wanted to keep driving. She wanted run away from everything. She was angry with him.

10 years earlier, when they had made their marriage vows, life was so much easier. They had tried to spend every single minute possible together. But now somehow things had changed. He needed more space... yeah that's what he had told her "You can't keep clinging on to me. I need some space of my own". That had hurt. she had not meant to be so nagging. All that she had ever wanted was to spend time with him but for the past few years, after all the promotions at work, he could never make enough time for home.

Things had reached to a point where just seeing her gloomy face every single day was irritating for him. He just did not want to come home. Everything around her seemed to fall down and shatter into a thousand different pieces that couldn't be put back together, she was drifting deep down into a deep abyss... she wanted to run away from it all....

She had reached her grandpa's place when the car screeched into a halt. Her grandpa came out with a huge stick and torch He was not used to late night visitors.

"What are you doing here at this hour in the night?"asked the old man. "don't ask me thatha. just wanna stay here for a few days", said Anita. "Ofcourse! first change your clothes and sleep... we can talk in the morning". His voice was so feeble and weak and yet it had the extraordinary strength of soothing all that she was suffering from. It had been over a decade since her grandmother passed away. That old man was living there all by himself. the whole family had tried to make him sell the place and live with them. He wouldn't budge. There was something about him that made her go to him every time she had faced problems in life

Ever since she was a little kid, he could make her smile. Even during those times when she used fall down ever so often and had to go to the doctor to get a tetanus injection, she needed her grandpa's hands to hold on to. He had taught her to read books, he had taught her the length and breadth of music or rather the absence of a boundary to it. She had had the best of times just going for an evening walk with him. They would discuss anything under the sun. Anything from bhel puri to Einstein's theory of relativity.

She was there for almost a week now. She was not answering calls. She was not even stepping out of the house. She wanted to break herself away from everything. The only thing her old man was worried about was the fact that she had just stopped talking. The girl who was pretty much the life of their family, who could speak volumes ever since she was just five had just stopped talking, had stopped expressing herself.

They were walking along familiar roads in the evening around 6.30. she could feel the cool breeze just blowing her away. There was a chat stall around there. "lets have pani puri!" said Anita with a childlike excitement in her voice. "You have it! lakshmi would never approve of it!"

"thatha! its been so long since lakshmi paatti passed away. how come you are still living in this house? arent you feeling lonely? why dont you come and live with us?" asked Anita while they were having a quiet dinner

"She is here! she may not be physically present but i have never felt her absence. Sometimes it dosent matter if the people whom you love are with you or miles away from you. You just know they care. " It made an ocean of sense. May be she had been wrong after all. Somehow she had never put herself in his shoes.

"Sometimes in life we all make mistakes! don be so angry with everything.", he just had one sip of the rasam and quipped "you know what, your paati always used to put more chilli powder in the rasam than was required... and now I really miss it. It dosent taste the same anymore"


  • At January 13, 2009 at 7:34 PM , Blogger Aj said...

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  • At January 13, 2009 at 7:34 PM , Blogger Aj said...

    Life is a mixed masala. It requires an equal mixture of spice, sweet and sourness to make a meaningful sense of a wonderful journey called life. So r ur blogs, excellent mix of intelligence, mystery, romance, emotions and above all great english. Keep it up(no not on ur head!).

  • At January 13, 2009 at 7:35 PM , Blogger Nivi said...

    A very mature thought i must say. And i always like these splice of life stories. Makes us think don't they?

    I think its literally impossible for two people to be compatible on every level or even stay the same way forever. People change and if we can adjust to that change and accept and sometimes even appreciate it, thats when a relationship has truly stood the test of time.

    Well somehow i could see that a lot of your personal touch has gone in to it. Be it the characters or the emotions.

    Way to go dude!

    P.S: Could you please enable the name/url pair so that i dont have to comment on my blogger id?

  • At January 13, 2009 at 7:46 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    thx for being the first to comment :-)

    glad u liked it... somehow i hate the title of this blog... just din know wat else to call it... suggest me one na :-)

    thx man... u know there are times when u type whatever u think. this blog was kinda like that... jus kept on typing. I guess thats why u see a lot of "me" in the post.

    jus started off with this vague idea of two characters an old man and her grand daughter... i have never explored that facet of relationships before

    @both u guys
    its been really long since i wrote somethin... im really glad u both liked it

  • At January 13, 2009 at 8:24 PM , Blogger Aj said...

    Did u see abhiyum naanum and get inspired by it?? Just Kidding.

  • At January 13, 2009 at 8:27 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    no havent seen it yet... planning to c this weekend :-)

  • At January 13, 2009 at 8:50 PM , Blogger vijaya said...

    Hi Anu,
    The taste of life is indeed Sweet in spite of being spicy, sweet, bitter and sour. The blog was an emotional one !!. After a long time you have come out with a realistic thought, which will make people think before they act on their emotions. Good keep writing.

    MOM and DAD

  • At January 13, 2009 at 9:13 PM , Blogger Samatha said...

    Hey Anu,

    The blog is really so emotional.I couldn't stop reading it till the end.
    Whatever the initial taste is......the final taste of life is undoubtedly sweet.

    Good work keep posting such stories.

  • At January 13, 2009 at 9:20 PM , Blogger aditya said...

    The roads we traverse
    Leading on ad infinitum.
    Random senses,
    Of taste, of smell, of touch, of sight,
    Invoking memories of ages ago.

    I have always believed that it is human ability to remember the rosy parts of life and forget the not so rosy parts of life which has made our lives what it is today

  • At January 13, 2009 at 9:22 PM , Blogger DHIVYA ARASAPPAN said...

    this story really felt soooo genuine and the feelings seemed sooo real- Love how u ve written it!

  • At January 13, 2009 at 10:32 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @mom n dad
    glad u liked it... i jus wanna have time like this to write more

    hey thanks :-) glad u liked it... welcome to my blog and keep visiting

    yeah it is true... somehow we have the strength within ourselves to heal our wounds and nurture warm memories

    hey thanks man! i was inspired by your prev comment on my older post asking for updates :-)

  • At January 14, 2009 at 2:38 AM , Blogger Abbas said...

    hmm.. nice story.. .believe me, first time in life i ve read ur blog entry fully... good one.. keep it up.

  • At January 18, 2009 at 6:31 PM , Blogger Raghu (and NOT Ishmael!) said...

    that strange device called memory
    nudges us every so gently
    in the hard heat of life
    when all seems done and dusted
    wakes us from our dreadful reverie

    often time we find within, rage
    unbearable emotional baggage
    walking beside one another
    monotony stealthily creeps in
    and then we find the wisdom of age

  • At January 18, 2009 at 11:05 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    Thx da... glad u liked it!!!! finally you read something of mine...

    someone told me "cold winters are never so harsh for the hearts that possess warm memories..." well sometimes they can also prove to be a double edged sword

  • At January 19, 2009 at 7:34 PM , Blogger Raghu (and NOT Ishmael!) said...

    "winters" and "hearts warm with memories"... the second edge of the double-edged sword being the fact that you have to spend the whole damn winter waiting for the fresh leaves of spring to sweep away the gloom of the memory????

  • At January 25, 2009 at 4:52 AM , Blogger dakaltiz said...

    how imp it is to put ourselves in other's shoes! ...It holds good for all life...simple truth well stated and u nailed down this post perfectly..with tat rasam matter...

    Thx for making me emotional...

    I liked this line.....nice thinkin here..
    "he had taught her the length and breadth of music or rather the absence of a boundary to it."

    and btw in ur prev post..the song "chippi irukuthu" was composed by msv and not IR... :)

  • At January 25, 2009 at 8:48 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    i leave that for u to decide

    Thx... glad u liked it.

    sorry abt the "chippi irukuthu" mistake :-)

  • At January 27, 2009 at 5:35 PM , Blogger Suchitra said...

    I have always wondered; people in our parents' and grandparents' generations always had more tolerance than we do. Maybe they can sense the simplicity of life, and we, in the quest for some random 'perfection', miss out on it.
    PS: bittersweet is the flavor I like the best!

  • At January 30, 2009 at 10:09 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    yeah you are right... somehow their lives were characterized by simplicity.

    The era by itself taught them not to expect too much from anythin in life

  • At January 30, 2009 at 11:56 AM , Blogger Harish said...

    Donno why, but it makes me wonder how good this would be as an advertisement.

    Thatha teaching lesson of life to his granddaughter under rain with bhelpuri in hand.

    Poetic and touching. :)

  • At February 16, 2009 at 2:58 AM , Blogger Munchmany said...

    Hello Anu,

    Your blog is extremely captivating. I came upon it a few days back and trust me i read it the whole day long.

    Please do keep writing, for i visit your blog everyday in hope of a good read.

  • At March 15, 2009 at 9:21 PM , Blogger My Penned Thoughts said...

    hey...nice post...especially this one...have been roaming on the blog for a while.... Good thinking from ur side and good work... keep it up...


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