Boxing Day is quiet here! Like all morning afters... quiet and tentative!
Nirvaans asleep, after a tiring whirlwind drive yesterday and day before, he is sleeping off the hangover!
The house hums and screams in turns, with the silence.
There was something about this year, with the extremes coming in place, just like that. Simply. The year began with ‘Hope’, a throwback of last year and then slowly 'Serendipity' took over… slowly and surely!
There was something about pre-Christmas days, the 180 degree from full-steam-work to full-on-friends/family time…. and, I miss a lot of the family! But hey…
We all converge on the kitchen or the terrace, crowding, too many elbows, enough laughter and then some… and then not.
We check our phones, and we check each other doing the same, I made a pact and hid mine!
Nirvaan, all glee and then tired! Little elfish snores.
Holidays are like this… bittersweet! Needing. Wanting. Desiring. Nostalgic. And. New.
But then, the air is just enough to make the magic. The house gets warm and toasty. And, half of me is in the bedroom, making sure the noise doesn’t wake him up. But, girls never, not talk and giggle!
We have fun. Play. Eat. Drink. Laugh out loud. He wakes up and refuses to come say hello! I don’t insist, knowing fully well, he wouldn’t … yep, I am not really a disciplinarian parent. And, then he is surrounded by girls… all pampered and basking!
We kiss, we rub noses, we love, we argue, we laugh. It is all inevitable: this mess, this frantic loving! We lean into the chaos. And, enjoy!
The easy sparks of joy that come from the simplest things: warm sun, touch, coffee, quiet.
PEACE… all of you, and yes…. LOVE, lots of it! To the planet!
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