P.S : The post was written and stored sometime in 2011…and got published much later in 2012.
There are few more months before 11′ gets over…so, this particular post, ideally, comes a lot before time. But, what if the blogger wants to wrap it up real fast and look forward to the coming year with a desire to not just “float around”…but RISE! So she writes with the idea of leaving behind the year and does a quick Recap.
My year ,Twenty Eleven has been a mixed bag that enclosed good amount of diversion. In March 2011, my brother was diagnosed with Multiple vessel disease/CAD. We were completely taken aback with the abruptness of the news. It only called for a lot of stress and panic in the family, followed by a CABG act for my brother. He has done a smooth comeback and we all are happy about it.
Soon after this, losing my Grandma in the month of May has been a real climacteric point for me. She was just so special and as she made an exit, she left behind the fondest memories of us, together. Parkinsonism kills. We have seen her fighting the evil for 12 long years with enough grace and gusto. And finally, she has set herself free! Peace for you dear Thamma.
“Don’t you want to get married ?”
“I don’t think so, Maa”.
” And why?”
” I haven’t found the one, yet.” This has been the usual chit chat/quiz between me and my mother that always ended with no relevant answer! But it never stopped my mother from asking me the same question again and again, and me telling her exactly what I told her unceasingly!
Both Summer and Winter Funk 2011 at Shiamak Davar Institute for Performing Arts have put up a great show. Like always, it helped me to draw a blank to all my problems and made me dance away to glory. Contemporary Dance Form at its best 🙂
Twenty Eleven was again a year when we had our much awaited family vacation trip to Kashmir. Beautiful place and possibly the best way we all could mellow out!
With all the ebbs and flows, the year 2011 slowly marched in. I was earnestly trying to figure out a way to make some important decisions. Nothing helped. And precisely then, I reached my milestone and got all my answers right. And I trusted it to be my good omen. All’s well that ends Well 🙂
So, here’s Twenty Eleven, My Way! And I wrap it up with a huge smile and great pleasure.
As I sign off…here’s an untitled poem for my Dearest Grandma to tell her that she is deeply missed…I’m glad that she has reached her resting place to sweet eternity. This one is for you Thamma..
For all the times you gently picked me up,
When I fell down,
For all the times you tied my shoes
And tucked me into bed,
Or needed something
But put me first instead.
For everything we shared,
The dreams, the laughter,
And the tears,
I love you with a Special Love
That deepens every year.