Dreams Timeless

With everyone busy in their rooms, as they worked from home, and time hanging on her hands, she decided to clean out the last shelf in her wardrobe. That one shelf that every home boasts of, which contains everything that may ever be needed by anyone, and a hundred others that have long lived past their utility. 

There was a slight melodious jingle as she pulled out her old college journal. Mystified, wondering whether there was a shattered china ornament underneath the journal, she carefully pulled out a loosely wrapped cloth pack; and then stared at the anklets in her hands: the bells jingling softly. As if they dared not disturb others' dreams: way more important than the owner's. Her hands held them, seemingly little bewildered, as she  tried to recall  when she had bought them. For years they had lain in that shelf, stuffed into it, along with myriad other bric-a-brac , as there was no other space for them in the house, filled as it was with busy lives and dreams some.

 She gingerly tried them on. Her feet felt heavy, unused to these new weights . As her feet slowly moved to the rhythm that she had learnt decades ago,  the tiny bells jingled a little noisier now. Did  a dream slowly dance to life, just for a few minutes ? 

 

She then carefully put away again, but at the front of the shelf.  Maybe, just maybe, in the midst of  tending to others' lives so that they could live their dreams with no distractions of the mundane daily chores, she could pull them out for a few minutes, and dance a dream .

I dreamed a dream in times gone by.... 

Neon

Getting to know the family

Tiny Neon : yet another victim of mankind's cruelty .
Late one night we heard a yelping and on checking  found him cowering in a corner of a construction site. The caretaker was  trying to coax him to come out using a long stick. Poor Neon was scared witless   A guard nearby told us that  some people in a car had left him on the road at 3 pm and driven away. Petrified of the older street dogs around, and  all alone, he had  scrambled up the stairs of this house to find a safe corner to cower in

That's where we found him at 10 pm: a quaking tiny white fluff ball hiding in a corner, all big eyes, scared and dazed, famished and thirsty. Within five minutes his little heart and soul  decided that we looked trustworthy and he thirstily lapped up the water and ravenously ate the food we gave. He appeared used to human contact and followed us to our car. He clung to my feet and I picked him up and together we went home. after he ran around the garden a few times and tried to check out our front door, he decided that he had had enough excitement for one day-poor soul-who would not :( . He curled up in the cosy corner we had set up for him and slept peacefully the whole night. Maybe he dreamt of his old home, the humans who had dumped him, maybe he dreamt of his own mother, maybe they were happier dreams...:(

As dawn broke, he awakened. Our other 3 big older dogs examined him and then left him strictly alone. He on the other hand wanted to play and run with them. as the time came to say goodbye , I spoke to him and told him that he was going to a very safe home and space. I wished him luck and Ranjiv and Sid drove away with him.

Bye lil one-stay safe and happy

Off to his new foster 

 I named him NEON because his light yellow green eyes glowed with love and hope that someone would take him home forever and never leave him ever again.







And so it was to be. His foster mum decided that the hope in his eyes and his little paws clinging to her were telling her something-Adopt Me. And she did

Why was I abandoned?
Can I stay here furever

Finding My Soul

Happy to be alone and comfortable with people. Live and let live. That’s me. Often times a misfit in the fast paced world, and even more so in its mad race towards goals and possessions. Giving with an open heart, often snubbed and kicked in the face. Day by day, person by person, the motto live and learn became my byline.

A couple of years ago, the huskies rescued by my sons took over our homes and hearts, and slowly a new world opened to me. The world of animals. Till now, it had been non-existent to my sight and consciousness- and the years of ignorance will forever haunt me. How many injured and distressed needy souls had I walked past-with unseeing eyes and an uncaring unmindful heart?

As I took baby steps into the world of animals, each distressed soul tore me apart; each inhuman and often monstrous acts by mankind left me enraged and helpless. Despair and angst were matched in equal measure by happy wags and woofs and meows. As each wound heals, and each tucked in tail begins to wag, realism is slowly replacing idealism.

Dog food, cat feed, skin ointments, maggot sprays and vet bills replaced the daily trivial irritants that one loves to busy oneself with. Time spent in inane chatter was replaced by frantic networking to help a soul. Between running to feed and shelter a newborn litter, and searching for missing souls, each day took on new meaning and new challenges, till now unknown.

Somewhere between the rage and the despair, the idealism and reality-somewhere between the woofs and the meows and the oinks, I lost my mind, but found my soul.

One Tiramisu please.........

(For unenlightened souls, Blackie is my neigbour's adopted pet dog)

She probably can recognize a Choo from a Bata;and a Birken from a Todd.Given half a chance, she might stroll in carrying an LV. Maybe she has a couple stashed away somewhere ...who knows-when it comes to Blackie, anything is possible?!

She’s the Diva to beat them all. We call her the Director General-Quality Control- Canine Operation, Gurgaon. Mothers in law-take a backseat. When it comes to making knees quail, she's got it down pat!

Flanked by two very anxious looking escort dogs, she walks in through the open gate and straight into our house. She examines the dog bowls to check if the food given matches that in Michlin starred restuarants; then wanders into our bedroom to check if the dog beds and pillows are fluffy enough and have been laundered in Comfort Softener. The other day I heard her muttering something about satin bed sheets being mandatory for dogs. As she trots around the house, if Blizzard or Phoenix want to pay obescience she is more than happy to let them.

If all is as per her strict specifications, she gives a bark-probably a signal to her acolytes outside that all dog comforts in our home meet the standards required.
Once in a while, the bark seems rather different in tenor-but my husband said it was my imagination-as you can see, we are quite nervous about her reactions.

Once her work is done, she settles down-sometimes for a nap, sometimes for a bowl of milk. One dare not ask her-ours not to ask why-only to do or die. !!!!!!

We recently discovered that she prefers Mc Vitie to Marie; and ofcourse full cream milk, if you please. I offered her a piece of cake the other day- and her look indicated( I think-?)that she would not settle for less than Tiramisu. Nadya-One Tiramisu please!!!!!!!!!( Nadya - a close friend whose desserts are to die for)

And oh! one therapist for me , please........preferably past life regression specialist-I think there's a meow in me somewhere.........

Angelina, Ash, Sushmita, take a bow please-as I said the Diva to beat them all!!!!!!!!

Avon eBrochure

Avon eBrochure

Dreams and the beholder

Hes all grown now
6 feet something
A bundle of energy
And dreams

Different
From the ones
I had dared to dream

But
Dreams they say
Are in the eyes of the beholder

And so I need
To see differently
To look beyond
My thoughts and dreams

To see
The colour and beauty
Of his dreams

For us

Somehow
It survived

Amongst the
Threadbare furniture
the never ending laundry
the surly tempers
the kitchen work

Between the unpaid bills
And empty bank accounts

Notwithstanding
broken dreams
angry voices
harsh words

……………
Across seven seas and back
Over the naysayers and those
Who laughed at the tears
And broken lives

Over 25 years of togetherness…………..Love survived…………