These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things…
- The wind - sweeping through my hair, tears - forming channels on the sides of my eyes, as I breathe the delicious night air, while coursing the misty dark New Delhi roads, in my silver Honda Activa, on my way to Jama Masjid, seventeen kilometres away from where I lived, to have steaming hot beef kebabs, lovingly baked over red hot coal pieces, and blown hot by the little silver hand operated fan, worked by the little boy, standing nearby, in his traditional Indian Muslim dress…
- Sitting cross-legged, on the floor, with a big elephant-ear shaped leaf in front of me, white, yellow and red curries keeping me company, eagerly looking forward to have the first taste of steaming red rice, cooked in the dark black mud clay pot…
- Slicing the still night with the yellow beam from my pearly white ‘Don Whito Corleone’, during long drives into the desert, with nothing more than soft music, keeping pace with the very beats of my heart…
- Seeing a cloudy sky, feeling the clap of distant thunder, eagerly looking heavenwards, to catch the first round fat water droplet, at the tip of my nose…
- The birds that fly to the south, in an open V formation, with wind on their wings, and courage in their eyes…
- The gentle gooey feeling of clay, sticking to the base of my feet, and the delicious pain that follows, as my bare skin touches the hard white rock below, at the Al Khor beach, on a dark night, with just two friends, and the numerous crab hunters, with their shining lanterns, as small as fireflies, in the distance, clothed in darkness…
- The pain of labour, while giving birth to words, fearing each moment, if they would be lost on me, forever….
- The immense satisfaction, after each successful story written, of having brought into this world, a healthy, screaming, imaginary baby, full of words…
Last, definitely not the least, thinking about my favourite things, and mentally reliving every moment of them, over, and over, and over…
Simple things move other people to enjoy it.
"Manila I'm coming home!"
Greeker, lovely, lovely, lovely. But then you know how I feel about your writing. You move me to tears with some of the writing of yours that I have read.
If you are a fellow Sound of Music lover like me then you SO SO SO SO have to plan for a trip to Salzburg in Austria. It is where the real Von Trapp family came from and the movie was filmed there. Beautiful does not do it justice. They even have special Sound of Music coach trips where they take you around the areas where they filmed...the Cathedral, the Gazebo, the Lake, etc. Highly recommended.
Salzburg is also the birthplace of Mozart so at almost every turn you hear some of his music being played. It truly is a special place. Spectacularly beautiful scenery too.
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this to be my list ----
1. to be pull all girls hair braid.
2. to be pull all boys pant and laugh when he to cry loud.
3. to be run away with wickets and stump when boys not let me play cricket with them.
4. to be ride yamaha ha ha ha ha and with a bhoopoo for horn.
5. to be swim into village river.
6. to be fear miss johnson and shake her chair when she to fix fan.
7. to be maaaaaaaa.....
Like I always said and do whenever i read any of your posts ... Wish if i can share mine here too, but simply ... I don't know will try later :)
lol greeker..you just don't know how painful and tiring it was for me back then to have it fix up...i kept on retying them every now and then..until i finally get a hang of it..:P but it was my favorite spot, our backyard..:D
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Thats beautiful. I always wanted to have a tyre swing. I never had that. Now, even if i got one, i just cannot fit into it.
I think that I will keep that as one of my all time misses. I dearly miss being in a tyre, swinging back and forth, bending back to see the green-laden tree go forward and backward, forward and backward...
as always..good to read your writing...feeling every word of it, describing it, encouraging us to take part of that cherished moments of yours.
here's mine...
spending my afternoon on my makeshift tire swing, reading a book or just plainly chilling out, breathing in the smell of grass, sampaguita flowers and dried up leaves (that fell from this huge caimito tree) all mixed together...
strolling along the shore, barefooted, letting the water touch my feet...writing my name (and something else) on the sand and watch it being swept away...
the smell of after rain...seeing the leaves glistening green being freshen up by the water rain...
the smell of country side early mornings back home...chirping of birds, greeting you of the wonderful day...
and lastly seeing the cogon flowers dancing along the wind signalling my upcoming birthday...
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