Category: Love

Bobbleheads, solar dancers and the kind…

  

In the midst of “monkeys jumping on the bed, kittens losing their mittens and the wheels on the bus going round and round”, there is one thing that keeps me sane, other than my baby girl smiling of course, and that is the innumerable bobbleheads/solar dancers that are dancing on my patio stand. I love them. No wonder I run to the Dollar Tree once they come out with the new collection. Currently, I have around 20 of them. Different characters, all dancing merrily in the sun, or even on a cold windy day.

Every day when my baby is having her morning nap, I love sitting on the sofa, looking at them nodding their heads merrily, slowly going tkk-tkk. There is some sort of peace in watching them move. Probably, it is the rhythm, or the precision of every bobble. A lot of people turn their heads to see the dancers, while they are walking the dog, or going for a walk, or a jog. I have seen quite a number of people smile looking at them. Our Fedex delivery lady loves them. She says so herself every time she drops a package.

I add on to the collection every now and then, much to my husband’s displeasure. He hates the Dollar Tree and he hates my bobbleheads, though the first bobblehead I bought, the valentine devil, adores his otherwise messy cubicle. This was last year, when I didn’t know a little devil of our own was on her way. I am addicted to them and have passed on the same thing to my mother in law. Why else would she take these back to India? šŸ˜›

As I write this post, I see my baby girl playing on her gym mat and my adorable dancers dancing away to glory to the tunes of the sun in sunny SanDiego. Sure, life is messy, but these bobbleheads teach us that we still can dance all day long.

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That lavender biscuit dabba…

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From past 2 days, something is haunting me. I try to find a meaning behind it, but I seem to fail every time. It is not of much significant value. It is not something I think of always. Forget always, I don’t even think of it rarely. Yet, it is haunting me from past 2 days. As the title of this post suggests, it is ‘that lavender biscuit dabba (box)’ back home in Bangalore.

I don’t remember when my mom bought that box. But, it seems to have been present from time immemorial. To give you a visualization of the box, it is a plastic, round, printed white box with a snap on lavender coloured lid, probably 5 inches in height. It carried biscuits, the UK version of biscuits, the hard ones, not the flaky, soft American version. Sometimes, it carried just the biscuit wrappers. Rarely, it carried some homade puffed rice chivda mixture. Mostly, it carried memories.

I love biscuits, have loved it since I was a toddler. As a toddler, I used to wake up at midnight, ask for 2 Marie biscuits, eat them and go back to sleep. Yeah, bad habits do start pretty early. But, I carried on that ritual for a long time. Back then, Marie biscuits used to come in white wrapper. As time went by, Marie got replaced by Parle-G, Goodday, Krack Jack, Bourbon and various other biscuit brands. But, love for Marie still is the same. Eating Marie dunked in tea is a feeling that cannot be put in words. Cookies here don’t give me the same pleasure as those biscuits.

That lavender biscuit dabba haunts me!

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Book Review : Matches Made In Heaven by Sundari Venkatraman

 

I like reading short stories. They don’t take much time, they are a great source of entertainment and they don’t put a strain on my eyes even though IĀ read themĀ on Kindle. I also love “love stories”. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy. So, it was apt for me to take up this book for review because it is a combination of my love for two things.

After having penned down romantic novels, Sundari delves into the genre of short stories, keeping her love for romantic stories intact even in this anthology of short stories. This book is an anthology of 13 romantic stories, each dealing with stories ranging from matrimonial match-making websites love to mythological love.

The thing with the love stories was that they felt repetitive. Most of the stories in the anthology felt like the serials or movies I watched on TV while growing up. I felt I had seen it all before. Probably, I watched a lot of TV then and hence found a lot of similarities. šŸ˜€ But, I can’t take the fact away from Sundari that she is a very good writer. The book is a perfect example of good writing skills. The editing is immaculate. But, I wished the stories had a fresh feel. Sadly, for me, they lacked the uniqueness I was looking for.

The characters in the stories were typical to each story and there was no surprise element as to how the story would end -happily ever-afters (mind you I love happily ever-afters). My favourite of the lot was MadeInHeaven.Com because that is how my husband and I met, through a matrimonial website. It brought about a series of memories.

I just wish the book had something fresh, something atypical, something I wasn’t expecting it to be. But, writing-wise, it is a well written book. It took me one sitting to finish the book and I ended up feeling warm and fuzzy and in tune with the coming Valentine’s Day.

If I have to rate the book, I would give it a 3.25 out of 5. I hope to read more of Sundari’s books, probably in other genres so that her versatility as an author comes to the fore because I feel she can do justice to other genres too, having proved her mettle inĀ romantic stories and novels.

Rating : 3.25 out of 5

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