100 Happy Days: Day 4

I have known her since last six years. We met on Ryze and became good friends by sharing stories on the blog.

But when you have known your friend so closely, you start wondering how we will react when we meet personally. I am too conscious of meeting people the first time. Rejection is the first thought that comes to my mind.

“Will the person accept me the way I am? Will I be able to deal with somebody new” 

When we make friendship with people online, we build up a picture perfect in our mind. A kind of snap shot which is developed from the thoughts we read on their blog and from their writings. 

Meeting face to face is completely different. World is imperfect so am I.

But then, how can I hide behind my words? And for how long? I am what I am, accept me or reject me.

We met finally, after six years, first time, by the poolside at Sea Princess Hotel. Nothing mattered really, neither looks, nor color; nothing physical. It was friendship all the way.

Once again a happy day to record, beautiful friend, amazing sunset and the cool breeze from the sea!

What more can one ask?

So here I am, with the project of ‘100 Happy Days’I will be posting pictures each day here on my blog then share the link on my page on FB too. You can enjoy my work either here or on my page at FB at Pushee’s World

100 Happy Days: Day 3

The magic was in those slender neck glasses; I did not taste the cocktail, but those who tasted it wanted more.

S was happy mixing drinks. She took care to dress the rim with lime and salt. She looked into her recipe folder to check the quantity of each drink. There was glow on her face as she mixed hard and soft drinks to make a perfect cocktail. As she placed the thinly sliced lime on the rim, she coyly looked at me to see the smile on my face.

So here I am, with the project of ‘100 Happy Days’I will be posting pictures each day here on my blog then share the link on my page on FB too. You can enjoy my work either here or on my page at FB at Pushee’s World

100 Happy Days: Day 2

The birthday cake arrived, triangular chocolate chips inserted on its sides to make a geometrical design and a thick layer of chocolate cream on its side. 

It was not H's birthday; the name clearly spelled the name of his aunt. But what did H care? It was the cake that fascinated him, the rich chocolate color, he didn't care to read the name, he couldn't. He is only three years old. He could recognize the alphabets, not the words, but his happiness was profound. 

He couldn't wait for his aunt to blow off the candles or cut the cake. He simply lifted the chocolate chips off from the sides of the cake and licked from one side, again and again, till it melted and disappeared into his mouth. The dark chocolate cream stained his cheeks. 

Lifting his hands in the air, standing on toes, he began to dance, shaking his whole body and singing loudly, 

"Cake is tasty, its birthday time, Cake is tasty, its birthday time " 

He swung round and round, dancing and singing, came back after every turn to swipe off the cream from the side of the cake and licking his fingers. I just stood there watching the joy on his face. Little things please little minds. 

You don’t need a grand party to be happy. You just need to be in the company of small kids, as small as three years old and watch the world through his lens. It is so easy to be happy.....

So here I am, with the project of ‘100 Happy Days’I will be posting pictures each day here on my blog then share the link on my page on FB too. You can enjoy my work either here or on my page at FB at Pushee’s World

100 Happy Days: Day 1

Being happy is not difficult. Simple things can bring happiness, a favorite dish, a surprise visit of someone special or even spending quiet moments with a favorite friend; all these and many more. I have formally decided to be happy for next hundred days through my passion for photography. It’s a pleasure to see others happy too, and now I get an opportunity to understand what makes others happy. 

So here I am, with the project of ‘100 Happy Days’ I will be posting pictures each day here on my blog then share the link on my page on FB too. You can enjoy my work either here or on my page at FB at Pushee’s World

On the day 1, the picture I start with is the needlework that I completed today. I had bought a stole that attracted my attention because of its vibrant colors. But the edges were very raw and needed my attention. With gold rustic beads at the edges, it now looks formal and I am happy that I will soon be wearing it for outings and lunches.

My Neighbor

One month ago, she stood at the threshold, out side my door, calling out my name. I was busy with my guests who were about to leave. I asked her to wait but she started to cry, softly at first but then a loud shrill noise. I was distracted, so were my guests. They waved quick goodbyes and asked me to attend to her. I turned to her and asked her what the matter was. She continued to cry in louder decibels, clinging to me, wetting my neck. I took her hand and led her to the room. She sat next to me, closer, and whispered, "I am dying" Her head shiny, exposing her fair skin, was covered with stained towel, she covered her mouth with flap. 

"Look," she said, "I have lost all my hair, I got operated but my head pains too much"

I wished I could help her but pain is the cross that we must carry alone. 

"Don't worry, you will be fine" I consoled. 

I fumbled for words. How do you converse with people who only need moral support? I sat there silently listening to her. she spoke softly, her lips concealed behind the flap. I strained to hear. I wish I understood what she was sharing. I followed the movement of her gestures but could not decode its meaning.

I have known her as a very vibrant lady. she had strong opinions on every issue. Many times she would stand outside my door and rant for hours. I have burnt my food on stove, spilled the milk cause I waited for her to pause. Many of her stories were repeat, told for umpteen times.

Bad health can change you. 

She stood up, walked across the room, stared at me listlessly, came back and sat down again, closer to me. 

"I am afraid, please help me." she whispered

Next day, she stood outside my door again. 

"I am going to the hospital but only for a day. I will be back soon," she said.

Today I learnt that she is never coming back.