My Life, A Cocktail

I have memories from childhood days. Dusherra was 10 fun filled days. It would start with the arrangement of kolu, and inviting neighbors and relatives to our home for vethala pakku. Every evening, there would a yummy snack for prasadam. Maamis and kids would sing beautiful carnatic melodies. Of course, we would get to go to other houses and marvel at their kolu. And the 10 days would end with the fireworks from the huge Ravana statue in the park. Given the chance, I took it. My anni lent me toys for the kolu. With the little place I have in my kitchen counter slab, I arranged the toys. It was colorful. I could have been without it, I could have just let it pass by. I am glad I didn’t. It’s a choice we make. Let’s make festivals matter.

I just finished reading ‘The Witch of Portobello’ by Paulo Coelho. Its not his greatest of works, there are other books I have liked better (Alchemist, Veronika decides to die, Eleven Minutes), but it’s a good read. If asked to sum up the book, its about “Love”. The philosophy being “Love is”. Reminds me of those child day cartoon strips on the newspaper, called Love is. Though the cartoon would always complete that sentence. The book doesn’t. Paulo Coelho says “Love is”. An end in itself. No descriptions, no definitions. Love is. In the skies, in the waters, in the air, in our heads, existing without logic. Without caring if its reciprocated, without caring for commitment, without caring for uncertainty, without caring for time. Love simply is.