Of Transitions, Reincarnations..

#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #112

#SS 42/2021 #kanjivaram #kanjivaramsilk #silk

Some random thoughts from my fried, refried, dried brain.
During moments when I miss mum, sisters, childhood friends.
After a long challenging day of work.
I liken visiting mum, mum in law, loved ones, ones I’m attached to, in different countries, then returning home,
To being reincarnated.
So this is how it works.
For me at least.
I spend some weeks at mum’s place.
Then the day arrives for me to leave.
We fluctuate between crying and fighting back tears.
I get on the plane.
I look out of the window, my heart aching so much I fear it will explode.
I wonder how I will cope, how those left behind will cope.
I fasten my seatbelts, browse through the in-flight movie list.
Sip some juice..
And then prep myself.
For my homecoming.
As in the home I’m returning to.
And slowly, that takes over.
And when I land, the immediate pressing issues of
Airing my home, unpacking, getting bread, milk, starting the cars, laundry, sheets, getting work-ready,
Take over.
The ache is still there but a hint of excitement is felt too, a sense of security, home again, own bed, bathroom.
I call mum, she sounds quite sad, I console, reassure her,
Because I am in a ‘new’ place,
Whilst she has been left behind.
It’s like a passing on.
A soul leaves, those left behind try to come to terms with the loss.
The soul is in limbo, in transit, before reaching its destination. The plane journey.
It may feel a little unsettled, but as it journeys on, the process of acceptance starts.
And it settles into its new routine or rather old, many times rehearsed routine.
And slowly, the memories fade as it gets immersed in its new state of being.

In a cream and gold large-checkered kanjivaram silk saree, with a soft peach and gold border. For a temple visit. Purchased this 8+ years ago in Chennai when my daughter and I attended intensive Veena classes with my Guru. Comments have us performing together, me in same saree.