Dinner is ready, the beans (the ones that Mum has sent) have come out of the pressure cooker, rice is ready and my experiment with salad has gone awry but anyhow it will get eaten and some leftovers from yesterday has gone into the microwave. Apart from the 'O Holy Night' and the occasional aeroplanes flying across the sky, there's hardly any noise nor movement around me. It's that time of the year when all my cooking instincts come out, though i do not know from where they pop out, as for the remaining seasons of the year i very often choose to live on others' cooking and of course the good old Wai Wai.
Well, the Christmas stars are hanging on the wall, the baubles are everywhere and all the reds and greens that i could find in the house are lying here and there. To do away with the conventional Christmas tree and wreaths, i hang green tea coasters on the wall ( please feel free to picture my deco in your mind!), candles are on the window sill, stockings and santas on the switch board. Yes, this is my kind of Christmas!
Till last week, i didn't possess a single Christmas number which is a shame really! But thanks to a kind friend, i now listen from morning till i decide to retire at night under my lovely pink satin duvet that my Dad gave me the last time i went home for Christmas, ages ago!And O music...i particularly enjoy Celine Dion's Les Cloches Du Hameau, though i hardly understand anything...sounds a bit weird innit?
The best bit about this Christmas is the fact that it's a celebration of LOVE, one that reminds me of how much i am loved specially when i tend to feel so blue and uncared for ; so unloved. It's this Love that is breaking the walls i have built so high up, so thick and so strong, it's this Love that is binding up my heart which has broken and replacing my shattered dreams and wounded soul with a perfectly new one.
It's a great JOY that i could be where i am now, surrounded by friends and cousins, enjoying this lovely season. And yet, i really wish Joshua and Krosa were here with me with their irrepressible zeal for life and in moments like this i long for those endless chats and giggles with Mum and Dad over a strong cup of tea with 'meilum' to create the ambiance.
And how could i not remember all the mince pies, Christmas puddings, Lizzie's mulled wine and crackers that will go unclaimed this year, for The Limes is thousands of miles away.
Nevertheless, i am doing alright, fit and fine, so this is Christmas, i am in Delhi yet again, it's been great
and i reckon it'll continue to be a good one.
Merry Christmas!!
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