Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Is the "Tea" coming!

"The world of children is that of honesty, innocence and joy," I have read this statement somewhere when I was in High School. On the pamphlet were pictures of children playing wishfully in a beautiful garden.

Motherhood, if not anything, has helped me regain the beauty of the world. Everyday is a new day to cherish, and there is always something new I learn from Lolo. 

Last evening, we were at a neighbour's house. For the contrary personality she is, she loves outdoor visits, and her favourite in the neighbourhood is our regular visits to Ata Tenzin's place. I have noticed many times that Lolo is much at home when we visit Ata Tenzin's place, perhaps since her first year itself. 

When we reached there, we learnt that neither Ata Tenzin nor his wife were home, except their two daughters. After few minutes, Ata Tenzin walked in, and he asked his daughter Pelden, "Jaa chos cha mo? (Are you preparing tea?)"

Lolo reiterated, "Jaa chos cha?"

After few minutes, I said we should be going. Lolo replied, "Nong sho, jaa jam thaan dhe lay! (Wait, we will have tea and go!)" 

This is not the first time though.

Few months ago, we were at the same place. When the host took a bit unusual long time to serve tea, Lolo asked, "Jaa mala? (No tea?)"

Thankfully, our host was kind enough to reciprocate her innocence and said, "Phaan cha, phaan cha (it's coming, it's coming)." 

That's why, Lolo is super excited to be visiting Ata Tenzin's house where she likes to soak zow in the tea and enjoy them like she never had something called "tea" before (at home, she is no-no to tea and alike!).

Monday, November 23, 2015

My [New] Best Friend

" Zamin," Lolo whispers in her sleep, her little nostrils still puffing warm air into the void. I am so trilled and touched, while KP tries to hide his anguish. 

When I left Lolo at the age of 14 months for a week, she was absolutely OK. That was when we stopped nursing her, and she was even OK-ier. There after, it became a routine for us to be apart for a week or two once in a while. Lolo was just so OK. We greatly held her upright composure [at this age] that this girl is one of a kind and that I had nothing to worry about. 

Until my last trip.

Last month, I was away for two-weeks visiting Lilly at her school. Lolo is close to her 3rd birthday, which should have said how matured she is by now. With maturity comes her sense of surrounding, and obviously the presence and absence of anything or anyone around her, which she is so good to take note of.

It was the second night when we did concall. 

"Mummy, come back from office," she said. To her, I was still at work (and the reason why I try not to stay late at work or continue my work at home). When she realized I won't be home soon, she asserted, "Let me come to you," and pushed her head on the phone.

Worse still, when she refused to talk the next time we tried the call. Apparently, she is said to have fumed, "I won't talk to her!" when she saw me on the call. 

My return was a happy reunion. In two weeks, Lolo had matured ten months or more. She talked big, acted big and thought big. She would tell me unexpected things and behave so put fearing I may disappear. 

Since the night I returned, she likes to reassure that she is "Mummy ga zamin", more to reinstate her commitment to being Mummy's girl first. I am so so thankful to this little girl on whom my life is beginning to take a new color.

Lolo is so fascinating that everything she says or does is first-time. Best is when I go home and my mother stands at the door to update, "Lolo had this and this, and she said this and this, and she made us laugh by saying this..."

All right, time to get another update of the day. Before I leave, I wanted to show how Lolo and I are beginning to enjoy a new friendship meant to last a lifetime. She is my new Best Friend.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Reading Spree - So much on the HIKE!!!

I can't believe I am hunting the book-shelfs in every coffee stall we are trying out, and effortlessly making [easy] friends, and shamelessly borrowing books. Yes, I am doing that on almost a daily basis. Because I am so trapped by the good books lying there right in front of my eyes. How could I not read them?

My reading spree began with the good book Rima gifted me sometimes in May. Until I say Good-bye by Susan Spencer Wendel was the book that made me want to read everything about everyone, because the beautiful way with which she saw her last year touched me to the core. As an aspiring writer who wants to write only about beautiful things in life, I could probably start with something like this. 

From the same lot of books, I stole My Singaporean Lover by Judy Chapman for a quick read. That ended well, and said much about the [unknown] Singaporean life. 

On our way back from the eastern trip, I borrowed the book Test of my life by Yuvrag Singh from our host Pema Namgyel, whose list of must-read books got the rest of us envious. I promised to send him some of them, and I need to do it before the end of this year (a promise).

My friend Kunzang Thinley lend me three of his books, but unfortunately they don't fit into my genre, so I will have to return them unread (sorry KT if you are reading this. You understand, right? Thanks.)

When my girls Leksh and Lucy gifted me the book: Rena's Promise last September, I got totally enthralled to the history of WW2, and sad about the holocaust that came about. Days after reading the book, I went online to research a little more on the facts and figures, that to this day I continue to include each of them in my everyday prayers. 

Attending the Mountain Echoes last August and having attended the session where the Singaporean writer Ms. Josephine Chia talked about her childhood and her journey to becoming one of the most promising writers, I badly wanted to read her books. In stock for me are her books - My Mother-In-Law's Son and Frog Under a Coconut Shell

Back to the present, I am reading Mr. Mitch Albom's for one more Day which I borrowed from the coffee-shop (N.Kee 37.5) and in parallel flipped few pages of Jan Goodwin's Price of Honour, again borrowed from the consultancy office where my niece Lilly is seeking help for her college. 

I also picked up The Happiness Project by Ms. Gretchen Rubin from the airport bookstore. 

So, you see...I am on a hike. I am addicted like never before. 

Please feel free to share good books if you have them. Usually, I read and pass on. Haven't planned storing them for good, but some of them are worth for keepsake. And also, I make sure to return the borrowed books. You can trust me completely!