#sareespeak #womenofsareespeak #161 #SS 7/2022 #cottonsilk
Watched the older one D1’s and son-in-law’s housewarming ceremony online in the morning.
Returned in the evening from settling little one D2 in her new home away from home.
Then visited the couple in their new home. Took some dinner.
Was a joyous treat to walk through the rooms, the kitchen, to be part of the excitement and their new adventures.
The next day was spent getting our house back in order. We’d flown out immediately after the wedding to settle D2. Husband had got it to a semblance of normalcy after the tsunami state of house, post wedding, having returned a week earlier.
Draped this midnight blue light cotton silk with pink and gold korvai borders and pallu.
For an evening temple visit.
Felt calm and peaceful.
Had prasad – simple, delicious thayir satham, watched some of The Grand Budapest Hotel.
This morning, went about my standard morning chores – picking up laundry baskets, stopped for a bit – the girls’ basket was empty.
Onto the drinks. Took out the mugs. D1’s smaller white mug and D2’s Friends mug for their coffee and mocha.
Stopped once again.
Made my coffee, sipped.
Googled “empty nesters”.
Apparently even birds undergo the Empty Nester’s Syndrome.
Obviously.
It’s a syndrome named after their Home.
Read a line that said
” Every bird you see outside your window is a survivor”.
Felt better.
The Ds will survive.
I will survive.
Bavani’s Happy Place 