#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #108
#SS 38/2021 #linen #kantha
Wrote this last night at 11.30pm and woke up at 2.30am to find my phone under the quilt. The usual dozing off fiasco. Thank goodness I hadn’t erased it. Was going to post this on my FB page with the usual photos from 30 years ago then the narcissistic side of me took over. Will make it an SS post.
Yesterday 11.30pm.
Half an hour to go in this part of the world.
Just mentioned it to him.
And he goes, no, we have to consider Sri Lankan time.
6.5 hours +0.5 hours more..
Blessed birthday to my good half.
A good man, most of the time, except when he’s not.
A great friend, listener, irritator with his dry wit, mentor to many.
Single minded, passionate in imparting knowledge, be it finance/accounting, music, art.
An awesome Masterchef, Money Heist, Amazing Race companion-watcher,
A provider of a reassuring shoulder to cry on,
A giver of good honest advice, the honesty of which I sometimes decide to go deaf,
Empathetic, an empowerer of a 3 to a miniscule 1, female majority household.
And the bit I love, and love to hate, is his selfless, mentoring..call it an ability, attitude, character but the bottom line is being able to advise, mentor, bring out the best in his students, friends..
Here’s to many many more happy birthdays to my man,
Have to go now to sort out his actual age.
He is claiming being a year older, which irks me, meaning I too have to be a year older..
Can sense an argument brewing..
Continuing this morning with aromatic, delicious coffee in my left hand, curled up on sofa, heater on, typing with single finger on my right hand.
He’s had a pretty tough year with his health.
So had whisked him away to a rustic resort for a day. Overlooking the wintry sky and surfer’s waves. Beach walks, vegetarian dinner, breakfast, heavenly views.
The overjoyed, enamoured, or I’d like to think so, gentleman clicked some shots of me on balcony, at beach..
Checked out, visited a serene temple, rested in the afternoon, a delicious vegan Turkish/Greek/Mediterranean dinner with family. Finished off with an eggless decadent strawberry chocolate cake.
Got home, had that age-disagreement with husband, slept off typing a post, awoke to see a text at 3.30am about..
Dear Chinna Dua’s sad demise.
And now..Reading SS posts.
Feeling quite heavy hearted.
The only way to lighten this load is by
Celebrating Chinna Dua, other saree stalwarts and countless others whom I’ve loved and admired,
By sporting bindis, potlis, sarees,
By celebrating life, like they had..
In this post, I celebrate
A Birth-day and
A passing-on-day.
Two sides of the same coin.
One inevitably follows the other. And the other follows the one.
The cycle continues.
And we, who live, must celebrate living..
Sharing husband’s clicks,
In my newly purchased-gift-to-myself-but-fibbed-it-was-a-gift peach and lime green linen kantha saree.
With Chinna Dua, also in a peach linen saree.
Bavani’s Happy Place 