Sharing & Caring &

I work in this new place for a year now. It is in the  North of India. Near New Delhi. 

And for the whole year, I have seen our Vice Chancellor, a very senior person, beaming with a smile, every single time, absolutely every single time whenever his wife calls in. & I have met her too. She is such a sweet n charming lady, equally intelligent & smart. 

I used to stay here when I was preggers. The house that I stayed in was owned by a senior couple. Uncleji used to go to get vegetables and grocery everyday in the evening with Auntyji. It was more of a time that they spent together. 

I had been to Mumbai last year for a wedding, and was gonna reach late at around 12 am. The friends that we stayed with came to pick us up. I insisted, we can take a cab, you do not need to disturb yourselves. But she insisted, nah, don't worry. This is when we get to spend time together & we relish it. 

There is another couple I know. Wherein the guy used to drop the girl to office 40 kms away one way. Because they thought their discussions / talks didnt get over within the time they got at home. 

Why all this suddenly ? 

It was just yesterday, that I gave 2 shrewsberry biscuits to a colleague, a fellow Dean in college. He asked what it was, and remembered that his wife loved them. He mentioned so. And said I think I should keep them for my wife. I insisted, dont worry, I will give you a packet tomorrow. But in spite of that, he ate one and kept one for his wife. 

It just came to mind, maybe all this sharing, caring, urge to spend time together makes relationships last way longer. Or Forever. Maybe! 

The beauty of familiarity

Currently I live away for that 'so familiar land' where the language is my mother tongue. Do I miss all this consciously ? no. But somewhere in my sub conscious I do.
I remember, I had been to China, some years ago, and had felt so nice when i met another person who knew my language. We gelled well immediately. In fact I am still in touch with a person whom I met accidentally at the Chinese market. Off course through Fb.
It rained yesterday. But the rains are not as lovely as they in the place I come from. Or from the place I lived for long. For many years of my life.
Am I a migrant here, yes. It is my country. But the culture, the people, etiquette everything is different. It is still very easy to talk to a person with the same mother tongue. It is still very easy to understand and relish the food that I ate as a kid. There are times when the mind is not at all ready to accept the fact that the food is so very different. So not familiar.
But beyond all this, I think I am missing the marketplaces too ? What ? can this be ?
Yes.
I just went to a store in Delhi, called as the Sitaram's stationary store. There is a stationary mall in pune called as 'Venus'. The very fact that Sitaram was supposed to be the biggest stationary store, made me anticipate  the same experience as Venus! I would still want to travel to Pune, and not miss going to Venus!
I went there. I literally stood there for a moment. It was way different, but it still felt similar, with floors filled with stationary.
I felt so good, so familiar. So at home. so satiated. It was not about the shopping, it was more about the experience of stationary displayed in a similar fashion out there.
It just came in my mind, though we want to wander, want to experience new things, we still want to come back to that one anchor point. We still yearn the company we were familiar with. Forever.