Summertime siestas


There is something about these summer afternoon siestas. The way they make me feel in a short while even an overnight sleep cannot do. They are just the right interlude in the middle of a hectic day full of rituals. Rituals of running a household that sometimes takes over the nuances of having a home. When the day has been about vacuuming the carpets, feeding the babies and doing multiple rounds of laundry, the romance of it all seems to evaporate from a window you never even knew existed. An afternoon nap comes as a welcome break and brings along just the right amount of dreaminess on a normal day. It keeps you going for the rest of the day with that touch of romance. Yes…romance in the classic sense of the term. A feeling that makes you see things differently. It makes the otherwise ordinary things communicate a bit more than usual.

The plant in the balcony of my home smiles and greets me as I look at it and soak the green in it. My steaming cup of tea tastes better than usual… each flavor of the handpicked, dried ,freshly brewed leaves make their way through my taste buds straight into the heart tingling my senses and leaving me with this overall sense of well being. The noisy household reflects the joy of people living in it… the sound of ’mama’ for the 51st time on that day sounds sweeter than all the previous ones. My eyes hover around a bit longer than usual appreciating the details of that painting on the wall of my living room and the beauty of the handmade card by my daughter. As I appreciate the simplicity of it all, the imperfectness does not bother me anymore. The undone stitches on the cushions, the even layer of dust on the TV screen, the chipped paint on the wall do not bug me today. The way they did the other day. Either I look away or fetch that duster and make the screen sparkle. I only do what needs to be done and do not let anything take me away from this wholesome feeling that has set in.

I find the touch of imperfectness making my household more real, more livable. It is helping the house become a home. Emotions like anxiousness, paranoia, impatience, and restlessness promptly take a backseat for a while. Life passes around a bit slower than usual and my mind tries to catch up with its rhythm. Solutions that were always there become clearer. I can see the layer coming off things.

And yes, an afternoon nap also makes me remember a million nice things. The roses he got for me when I was least expecting them .My daughter’s first on stage performance at school. The bed tea he got. The re filled glass of wine just at the right time. The dark chocolate being slid into my mouth just when I contemplate heading towards the fridge. The first smile of my son in the morning. The sparkle in his eyes when I enter the house. His first tentative steps. The images reel through my head and make me beam with this plump feeling of touching the lives of my favourite people in a way only I can. The enormity of helping them make memories for a lifetime overwhelms me.

Well, as I reach the end of my slew of thoughts on a summer afternoon, I can’t help but notice the clarity in them. The clarity of it all. I just had an afternoon siesta after a long time and found myself full of rustling thoughts. The setting is almost perfect. I’m sitting in the balcony of my home overlooking the skyscrapers with a hint of the sea in between and enjoying being in my favorite state of mind. Reflective.


5 Responses so far »

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    Neeraj said,

    reading dat makes me want to experienece it all over..havent had one in ages..siestas have become a luxury in this mumdane rat race of a life…i but dread if i can get tht blissful nap again or jst end up wth crunched sheets n no sleep…i’d be hugely dissapointed..As is said – There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled – gotto try this one soon 🙂

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    saman said,

    babal that was a beautiful post,,ur writing style has really evolved..reminds me of Jhumpa continue creating magic..kudos!

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    Joe Pinto said,

    Dear li’l more than a mommy,

    From the way you’re going, I’d say “much more than a mommy”. But you are probably still under the feeling of being a mom.

    I like the content of theis think-piece. But where are you? The style and voice has a long way to go. Too many adjectives and adverbs stifle your message, obstructing the reader from getiing to you.

    Your own thoughts may have certainly gotten much clearer due to the summer-time siesta. But I can’t say the same for your writing.

    When I find the time, I’ll copy out your entire piece and re-write it for you – because this is simply your best so far. But it needs a lot of work and re-work. And after all that, some more.

    Warm regards,
    – Joe.

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