Daily Prompt- Perfume

Attempt 1

I think, it’s a blessed day today for my blog 😉 As I’ve ignored my blog, writing and reading in long time, today is the day when I not only passionately wrote and published a post and decided to start a series of my wedding experiences; I’ve also participated in Daily Prompts Challenges. And to add, I read month on month posts of one of my fellow bloggers, whose posts were so captivating that I kept on reading and reading. So this is going to be my second post in a day.. round of applause and beating drums… 😀 The idea of this post had crossed my mind this evening when i came back home and while i was going through various blogs and saw the Daily Prompts Topic, I couldn’t resist myself from writing this and hence, two posts in a day. So kindly bear with me 😀 😀

Perfume, Aroma, Fragrance, Bouquet, Odor, Scent, Stench, Stink can all be used to describe smell and what are those distinct perfumes, aroma, fragrance which makes us happy and nostalgic. Here are some of my favorites-

  1. The sweet smell of boiling milk (one of the primary reasons which triggered the idea of this post 🙂 while i was making tea this evening)
  2. Not to forget and high on ranking- smell of wet soil during rain
  3. Smell of agarbatti, diya and kapoor (camphor)
  4. Aroma of ghee and havan which fills and purifies the atmosphere
  5. Ghee ka Tadka in Daal either using jeera (cumin) or rai (musturd seeds)- super nostalgic. I instantly start to miss my mom and her food 😦
  6. Smell of a new born baby and Johnson’s baby products. I love its fragrance 🙂
  7. Smell of my husband’s deo/perfume 😉
  8. My own body smell 😉
  9. Aroma of brewing coffee… ahhhh.. so fulfilling… 🙂
  10. Rose water- It’s so freshening
  11. Smell of lemon and cucumber salad
  12. Aroma of delicious and lip-smacking Chicken Kosha/Curry by Hubby dearest 😉
  13. Smell of freshly cut onions and when you stir fry them along with garlic; fresh coriander, curry and mint leaves, raw mango, lemon, mere thought of mango and lemon are enough to make my mouth water! 😀

At the moment my thinking capability is limited to only these many points. I think, we all have this love and hate relationship with perfumes, aroma, smell… etc etc. They have this instant capability to take us back to memory lane.



G- going under the knives Part II

​I got an ultrasound done next morning and saw the gynaec. I went inside her cabin with my father. She saw the reports and broke the unfortunate news. I had a cystic mass around my right ovary which was about 12 X 9 cms in size. I needed an immediate surgery and the cyst needed to be checked for its nature, if it was benign or malignant. The mere word “Emergency Surgery” and “Ovarian Cyst” moved my parents and me. It was hard to believe that within 1.5 months how such a huge cyst can develop and that how I couldn’t feel or came to know about it. The first thing I did when I came back home was to send HR the initial report and inform her about my condition. I, being such a career oriented person, was worried about my new job. But then, it was my health which mattered the most at that time and I completely shunned the thought from my mind that I might lose this job. My father spoke to his colleagues & friends and found out a good Gastroenterologist. We had to travel to his Hospital. It was a 2-3 hours of journey and thankfully I didn’t have pain during the entire journey. We saw the doctor and he prescribed lots of tests after seeing the Ultrasound report. It was serious, it definitely was. By that time my pain decided to shoot up and there I was again lying on hospital bed with Ohhh-aaaahh. We went to the diagnostic center for tests. They were quick enough as the doctor had personally spoken to them. We got all tests done and came back to hospital with reports.

The entire time I was in diagnostic center, I had excruciating pain. I saw my parents helplessly seeing me in pain. Though, I generally try not to exhibit my pain or discomfort to my parents, but that day I couldn’t control and didn’t care about anyone and anything. I was crying in pain and everybody around us asked about what has happened. That was not usual me… crying in pain and feeling helpless. But that was the moment. I can still visualize how after all tests, I was roaming outside the lab building with my helpless mother. She tried everything to console me, to comfort me but all in vain. I tried not to cry or exhibit my pain and discomfort but I failed; I didn’t want to hurt my parents but I failed in front of pain. Nothing was comforting me.

Once we were back to hospital, the doctor informed that he’ll operate the next day. We all were scared to death. Everyone, i.e. me, and my parents had their own apprehensions and fears. He explained my father the modality and complications of surgery. I was shifted to ward and the nurse came with medicines and injections. For the first time in my life I was lying on hospital bed as patient. She tried putting an intravenous on my right hand, to which I initially resisted but eventually surrendered. I was scared of it but I had no choice, I was a patient. It was my second day where I had not eaten anything. She administered saline with medicines in it and finally that night after two days of excruciating pain I slept well without any pain.

You get to learn and discover a lot of new things when you are in hospital as patient. I was taken to treatment room next morning to get prepared for surgery. Now let me tell you, what does this mean. They prepare you for surgery, they shave the area of incision, and I got a cut while the nurse was doing that, administer some antibiotics and other medications. Also, you are on fasting. But unfortunately as the doctor was waiting for some blood test report, the surgery was postponed to next day i.e. Oct 5, 2015; the day I was supposed to travel to the new city. Lying on hospital bed, I cancelled my ticket with heavy heart.

I was heartbroken. Not in a state to accept whatever was happening. I was witnessing and seeing so many things happening around and with me. I was actually jobless, there was no surety if the HR would consider my situation and extend my joining date by almost a month. My father was actually running from pillar to post. He had been given some very important government responsibilities apart from his regular job which warranted him to be available all the time at the desired location. And at the same time, he was required at hospital too. Though his colleagues were there in hospital with me and my Mom all the time, but it was he who we wanted. He used to travel from his work place to hospital and vice versa. He made sure that he was present when I was taken for surgery. My Mom was speechless, was trying hard to accept whatever was happening to her eldest daughter. We had not told anybody in our family about this mishap. My Mom broke only when I was taken for surgery and she called her younger sister for support.

G- going under the knives Part I

As far as I can recollect, I had heard this phrase for the first time used for heroines who added to their beauty surgically. No.. no.. this post isn’t about them but it’s about me.. as usual..😎 I wanted to write this since last year, now before you assume that I also followed the path of our heroines to enhance my beauty 😉 let me tell you the real stuff, it was when I underwent a “LAPAROSCOPIC SURGERY FOR DERMOID OVARIAN CYST”. Whoaaaaa… sounds like an alien nomenclature and way too clinical… okay… let me simplify this for you. Last year at this same time when I was happily enjoying my stay at home and was gearing up to join a new company, I was diagnosed with a huge cyst in one of my ovaries which required me to undergo an emergency surgery.

I’m clueless as from where to start and what all to write. This post is going to be the journey of my past one year (and hence a lengthy one) when life took a strange and tough turn for me. This one year was difficult, tough but at the same time I was also blessed. This post is about all those experiences which still feel like yesterday. It is a reminder and lesson to me that-

  • whatever happens, it happens for good
  • you can never go as planned in your life
  • you will find real people during your worst time
  • no matter what comes your way, your parents will alwaysssssssssssssssssssssss stand by you, so never hurt, ignore or disrespect them
  • you cannot have everything you wish in your life, because may be something better is destined for you
  • your health matters… never ever ignore it

So shall we proceed…

It all started last year in August 2015 when all of a sudden during the long weekend of Independence day I got abdomen pain on right hand side. My school friend had visited me and the pain was so severe and disturbing that I wasn’t able to focus anywhere. I took a normal pain killer and tried changing positions while lying down on bed so that the pain gets subsided. I was doing okay that evening but it started again the next day and I had to speak to my Gynaec friend who advised me to go for a whole abdomen scan. The results felt not so good to me. My report read having small follicles in ovaries and suggested PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I was disappointed and heartbroken. I had never ever even in my wildest dreams had thought that I’ll have something like this. I had seen couple of my friends having PCOS but I… how can I have this? This is what kept coming in my mind. I googled about it and found not so convincing results. My gynaec friend saw the report and asked not to worry as the follicles were very small. Till then I had never worried about my health. I had always been careless about myself. My own words flashed immediately in my mind where I would carelessly tell my friends, “I don’t get fever and cold so easily or any other disease for that matter. If ever I will fall sick that would be something serious.. something big…” and who knew that my own words will become reality one day. And there I was sitting in my room all alone with my medical reports in my hand. I didn’t tell anybody about this, not even my parents.

Days passed and I brought some changes in my daily routine. I started getting up early and would go on jog and exercise in the nearby park to keep myself active. I felt good. The park was just behind my house and I had never entered its periphery. Mornings became good, I found time for myself, got to feel the cool breeze and hear the melodies of chirping birds. Saw several couples coming together for jogging. It was a heavenly feeling when I used to finish 4-5 rounds of that big park and then do some stretching. It gave a feeling of self-satisfaction which resulted in motivation and confidence of a strange sort. I felt good about my surrounding, about my own self. It was after 1.5 months that lil pain emerged again just before 2-3 days I was supposed to leave the city but it got subsided automatically.

Sept 30, 2015 was the day, I left the capital city and moved to my home town to enjoy the time before joining the new company; and Oct 2, 2015 was the day when that excruciating pain started which changed my life. Till afternoon when pain didn’t subside even after having pain killers, my parents rushed me to hospital. I was injected some pain killer and was under observation in Emergency Department. Pain killer had its effect for some time and we were back to home. But again went to see a gynaec in the evening; where she prescribed for an Ultrasound after seeing my first report (which I had hid from my parents and ultimately told) where there was nothing significant. As it was a National Holiday, none of the diagnostic centers were open. I had to bear the pain till next day. I had not eaten anything throughout the day but as there was very little pain in evening I was feeling better and ate little bit for dinner; without having any clue that what the next day is going to hold for me.

F: Finding the equilibrium

Life is beautiful. It’s not that complicated as we think or as we make it. Rules of life are simple. It’s only we who complicate it. It feels so good when you talk to people without any ill intention or without having any grudges at back of your mind. It is easy to be yourself and talk freely. It gives you a sense of satisfaction, happiness. You are at peace with yourself. There are several relationships in our lives which we think are complicated and cannot be handled with ease. One of them is our relationship with our “in-laws”.  We, as girls, are really scared even to think of this relationship. But it exist and cannot be shunned. So no matter what, we have to face it.

I was apprehensive at first as how Pochu’s family gonna react to our relationship and how they gonna accept me, who doesn’t even belong to their community. But I found them very receptive and assertive. Though there is communication gap between me and my MIL but we somehow manage it. It’s her birthday today and I called her. I could sense happiness in her voice. I love it when at the end of every call she showers me with lot of blessings and not just me now even for my sister who lives with me.  I still have to work out for these new relationships with have come my way.

It feels good when you talk without any inhibitions, without any worries. With every passing day, I’m reminded of days left in my hand for wedding. There is apprehension, there is dilemma, there are insecurities, there are a lot of work to do not just for wedding but also to keep it going. It’s all about finding the right equilibrium in your life and maintaining the same with never ending enthusiasm and strength. There will be household work, my professional life, my husband, new family members and friends, my family and friends, burden of starting family, managing at both ends- personal and professional but amongst all these I gotta manage everything. It sounds hectic and undoable but what is life without challenges.☺

E- Evening of destruction

By this time I believe everyone is well aware of what has happened in Chennai and Bangalore in past couple of days. People of two Indian States have been fighting for Cauvery river water; cursing and verbalizing shitty things about each other; vandalism and destruction has prevailed; economy has experienced loss worth thousands of crores; some unfortunate souls even lost their lives… and that too just for water! I’m not here to preach anyone; neither to justify anyone’s deeds but only to express my experience and disappointment. My only question- was it worth it? Was it justified to-

  • Adopt vandalistic approach to resolve the issue
  • Set ablaze vehicles
  • Beat people of either states for no sin of their’s
  • Destruct shops, create havoc
  • Disturb cities and stop transportation between two states
  • Speak and spread negativity

It doesn’t matter who initiated this destruction; at this point all that matters is- it disturbed two states, doing all these didn’t solve the issue. I was exasperated by seeing how people were attempting to burn the trucks, buses, vehicles and shops; how they united to turn an Innova car upside down and later put that on fire; how hundreds of buses were set on fire; people were found throwing stones on shops and breaking glasses; damaging everything what came their way… and yet no sign of repentance or remorse on their faces. They were united to destruct; they were united for vandalism… the only thing which came to my mind was- why can’t they get united for a good cause. You won’t find such unity when it comes to save lives during road rages, accidents, rape cases.. why.. why are we like this? Why do we get pleasure in destruction, vandalism? It was indeed very disturbing to see such criminal acts. There was no one to stop them.. They did whatever they wanted. Section 144 and Curfew was imposed in Bangalore. Most of the offices, schools and colleges were shut yesterday. I was disheartened to learn about the extent of destruction happened in past two-three days and was thinking as who is going to pay for all these? Who’s going to compensate for damage occurred to public properties. Who’s going to punish this mob? Is there any law and order? Why can’t we come up with some really very strict action plan for such activities?

Thankfully, situation and life has gained normalcy and we are back to routine but still the fear exists and we are expecting something similar in near future as Supreme Court will give another verdict tomorrow. Fingers crossed!!!! May god bless people with some brain!

D- Doing it again

Why writing comes in your mind only when you are contemplating or sulking? It happens with me. I tend towards writing during such phases where I don’t find any other medium to express myself. Writing comes automatically to me in such cases.

Yesterday while checking stalking people’s profiles and lives on Facebook, I came across with lot of news updates about their wives, husbands, babies, Teej festival, Ganesh Chaturthi Pooja. Some of my Post Graduation friends had sent their Teej pictures of the pooja, mehendi and their husbands and families. Some were celebrating their first Teej and for some it was 2nd-3rd event. Those pictures compelled me to rewind life almost 5 years back and see what had happened with all of us. How we were just like any other girl, ferrying between college to hostel, to coffee shops, canteen, library; had our share of hardships, break ups and finally settling down in an arranged marriage setup, having kids and celebrating these festivals and not to forget posting all updates on Facebook. Today if you check anyone’s profile on Facebook, you can have a fair idea of years gone by and various events/occasions of their lives.

At my age, I can see almost all my girl-friends married and blessed with at least a kid and even guys have started getting married. No…I’m not that old… I’m just 28 and still fall into that so called marriageable age… but what I intend here by stating that is I learn… I learn by seeing my married friends and to some extent I’m glad that I got to live my life my way. I agree, husbands are important too, their love, care, sharing etc etc etc…. everything is cool and acceptable. But, to some extent, all of us need to have that ME TIME. I’m happy that I and Pochu are on same page in some aspects and thoughts. We both have spent considerable time alone, love our “ME TIME” and understand that we need to give each other space and allow to spend some time with self which is also very important.

Life and time seems to be running when I see my friends getting married and having kids. 5 years seems to be a long time which had approx. 1825 days, 109500 hours, 6570000 minutes. Are these just numbers or do they hold some importance? Looking at numbers, it’s been 7 months of my relationship with Pochu, things went really fast with him; next month it will be a year of my surgery; in two months I will complete one year of my work with my present company. Life… it is fast paced, running, time waits for no one. Things change, people come and go but time waits for no one. It has replacement for everything and almost everyone. Though few are irreplaceable but time heals the wounds. This is what I have learnt so far in my 28 years of life. Things seem difficult first but they ultimately fall in place. So I would say with my experience that let’s not lose hope and look forward to what’s in store for us in future.

PS- Had volunteered to participate in Pepper’s Blog Marathon but somehow couldn’t make it. Had taken it up last year  and the lazy me couldn’t even complete 5 posts.. but here I am with positive intention of completing it at least by this year end… seems to be a real blog marathon 😉😉 wish me luck.. 😃

C for Cool Evening

Sitting in front of mall in this cool evening, which is sufficient to make me shiver lil bit. I’m waiting for Lattu to come. He’s stuck somewhere and will take another 15-20 min or may be more than that.

Listening to the track  “kuch iss tareh teri palkein meri palkon se mila de… Aansu tere saare, meri palkon pe saja de…” By Atif Aslam…

It’s Christmas eve and everyone is in festive mood. You can see lot of people coming out to celebrate with their dear ones. Red and white color is in the air!!
Don’t know why but my mind and heart are sulking. May be it’s the headache which I got before leaving office or may be the song, the ambience, the evening, his memories… His memories…!!!! Is it the reason… Is it the actual reason… Don’t know!! I remember, how during our courtship period, K had written this song on a piece of paper along with some other songs and had given me. I still have those papers with me and have kept them as my priced possessions. Sometimes, I think I should return everything to him which he has given, But what’s gonna happen with that… Will i be cursed by him for bringing storm in his settled life? And then I drag myself from doing so…