A beautiful Easter day

After so many cold gloomy days, I woke up to sunlight pouring inside my bedroom, bathing me in warm yellow light. It was so cozy I stayed cocooned beneath the duvet for a good couple of hours before I could make myself get out of bed. These past few days we were treated to a totally unpredictable weather (not that it was anything new)–but it snowed, in April! And weather forecast says snow on the weekend. We are probably looking at five days of summer this year. So waking up to a beautiful day with streaming sunshine and deep blue sky was a luxury. I felt really happy and my heart was imbued with gratefulness.

I leaped out the bed and run in the living room. As expected, sunlight was spilling in the room from the picture window and the flowers sitting on the table nearby seemed more vibrant. A perfect morning indeed and I basked in the sunshine while enjoying a bowl of granola. It was so invigorating. A while later, my sister and I decided to spend the day outside (like the rest of the masked populace) and drove to Coombe Hill which was about 15 minutes away from our flat. The small parking space and the whole length of street were packed with cars but surprisingly, the place was not too crowded. We meandered along small footpaths to avoid other people until we reached the peak of the hill. The light breeze blowing was chilly but as long as we were seated on a patch of sunlight it was bearable. The sky was so blue not a speck of cloud in sight. Occasionally, birds could be seen silently gliding in the air.

It was peaceful.

Coombe Hill

Happy holidays

This has been a crazy year for everyone. So much anxiety, fear, doubt…a lot of missing the people we love but can’t visit and less touching and hugging the ones we miss. But I guess this has made us more appreciative of the time we spend with the people who matter most to us. It also made us treasure those little things we usually take for granted because we didn’t realize how precious they were. 2020 is probably the worst year for some or most of us. Even so, I’m still grateful for it has its moments. May we all find happiness, love and treasures to keep. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.❤️

DIY bracelets and happy memories

Several months back, I was in this “jewelry-making-phase” that prompted me to take a one day silversmithing course in London. Growing up, I have always loved accessories. The traumatic experience of my mom piercing my ears when I was eight did not take away my love for it. I did remember the tremendous pain that made me cry for hours but I guess my eldest sister buying me one “Broadway” earrings after another made me decide that it was all worth it. No pain no gain as the saying goes. My very first pair of earrings was a gold flower with four tiny bars dangling from it. It was simple and elegant. I loved it. It was my elder sister’s first and our oldest sister’s before I had to wear it. Then I had to give it up when my youngest sister finally had her ears pierced. It was some sort of a tradition I guess. But ever since I was young, I know I have some form of jewelry. A ring, a clip on earring (before I had the piercing) or a bracelet. It was part of dressing up. It was the norm.

First silver ring I made .

I was not too impressed by the first silver ring I made even when our instructor cooed at how unique it was. But I am indeed proud that I was able to make one. It was not an easy process and sawing and polishing alone were delicate work. That class was worth every penny I paid because I went home with a new skill and an appreciation for all the brilliant and hardworking jewelers around the world. It takes real talent, considerable dexterity and patience to make one fine jewelry. 

Today, I decided to try my hand on beaded jewelry. The youtube tutorials I have been watching for almost a week now fueled my enthusiasm in making these gorgeous chandelier earrings inspired by a pin I saved on Pinterest. An hour and half and several failed attempts later, I ended up with these simple bracelets. Making this has brought back beautiful memories of my siblings and I, on those lovely afternoons in our living room. We would sit around a bowl of colorful beads and crystals and make ourselves some bracelets. I remember the laughter, the banters and the delight of having made beautiful accessories to wear and show our friends. Life then was simple and happiness was in abundance. 

This afternoon just made me miss them more.

Rain

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Repeated small tapping sound woke me from an afternoon nap. I did not realize that I fell asleep and gray sky met my eyes as soon as I opened them. Fat drops of water hit the bedroom window and small rivers of rainwater were cascading down the glass blurring the street below. I could only make out the distorted shapes of hunched figures wrapped in thick coats and parkas rushing by as they try to escape the heavy downpour. The few people with umbrellas walked in a much sedate pace and were more careful not to walk in puddles that has formed on the cracked and uneven sidewalk. It was four in the afternoon and cars were already turning their headlights on as the sky turned even darker and the loud rumbling of the thunder rolled in the distance. When the lightning hit it was blinding like the flash of the camera.

Tap tap tap tap.

I snuggled deeper in my comforter and watch the freezing rain drench the world outside my warm cocoon.

Tap tap tap tap.

Another burst of light split the dark sky followed by the rolling sound of thunder. I saw the silhouete of people in the double decker bus that rolled by. An old woman in a bright yellow raincoat was mincing her way down the street in her three-wheeled walker. She pauses every few seconds, adjust her hold on the walker and continued on. Another bus rolled by. The tapping of raindrops on the window continued.

A cup of tea

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I was never a tea drinker but since moving in the UK, I found myself having a cup or two of tea in between my usual cups of coffee. Months passed by and my trusted container of coffee had been pushed far back in the cupboard as more tea bags of varying color and flavors took its place. I drink tea in the morning, after meals, mid afternoon and then again at night. I found teas for boosting the mind, detoxing, for when sleeping is an impossibility and…tea basically for anything.

Tea apparently is for any occasion. When I was having a very busy day I felt like dying, I was offered a cup of tea. When I was having a bad day, I was given tea to make me feel better. When I was celebrating for passing the exam, I had tea offered instead of the bubbly. And when I was angry over something, they slipped me a cup of tea to calm me.

A cup of tea is the solution to every problem and the answer to every dilemma and the drink for any occasion. I’m used to “hey wanna grab a cup of coffee?” or “Wanna catch up over a coffee later?” But now, “Let’s grab a cup of tea” is something familiar and comforting. I associate it now to something nice and calm and sedate.

I became obsessed with peppermint tea which is good for digestion, chamomile tea for promoting good sleep and relaxation, herbal infusion tea for detox, ginger tea with lime (I put fresh lime) for aches and pains, green tea for overall health and fruit flavored tea for when I just want to feel good and happy. I always put a big dollop of organic honey to add flavor and basically to enhance the taste. We all know honey is a very good antioxidant and has healing properties.

 

So, yes, this is the reason why my half empty container of coffee is feeling abandoned, unimportant and definitely hurt at the back of the kitchen cupboard.