Summer Vacation

Last day of Kindergarten was a special day

We went for a picnic and went around all day.

I would spend the next 11 weeks at home,

I was happy to be with Mumma

But Mumma knew better and that look, oh no!

So I went for a Chess Camp

And a Drama Camp

And a Tennis Camp

And Mumma asked if I’d like to dance too,

And I said no, with a frown and a foot stamp.

I love to wake up with Mumma in the morning at 4

She says that I should sleep a little bit, a little bit more.

She says that I trouble her when she is trying to work

So I play quietly and I get down to work.

I ask her “how much more time”

And I can now read the clock

She tells me 3hrs, 2hrs and then 1

I go back to play after I say “oh fine”.

One day I decided I won’t trouble Ma no more

I didn’t ask her how long before she was done

I didn’t ask her, no not even once.

She was happy and proud and hugged me tight

My eyes were shining with tears so bright.

Every day when Ma was done

She saw toys here and there

And my books were everywhere, just everywhere.

At times Ma would ask me to clean up

‘Hurry up”!

At times she would let me make a mess

Till she couldn’t walk around, no less!

But we played every day

And cycled and swam.

When she didn’t have a cycle,

I cycled and she ran.

We played frisbee and snakes and ladders

And catch.

I tell you, I’m the best Mumma is no match.

I’m going back to school now

I’m a first grader

A great reader

And look forward to new friends.

Mumma is worried about me eating

And the time I’d spend at school.

I told her she can nap now “peacely”

And that furrowed her brow.

I know she doesn’t mind when I play while she naps

But when one hour is over I give her a wake up tap.

It’s the morning of Grade 1

And my bus is here

And I tell ma, I will see her soon.

Day 1 in Grade 1

Was a whole lot of fun.

When I came back home

Ma was so glum.

She said she missed me

There was nothing to clear.

No books and no toys and no clothes here and there.

No one to fuss over and feed

No one to play catch and no stories to read.

No one asked her if she was done with her work

She just sat there and worked till she could work no more.

I wonder what Ma is made of

She gets worried when I’m home

And she can’t bear it when I’m gone

When I’m gone to school again.

Beaten

Some adorned the branches,

Some fell by the wayside.

Some still fragrant,

Some lay broken.

Some still fresh,

Some all beaten up.

Just like all of us.

But look closely- the ones that are beaten and broken,

Are still beautiful.

The wind ripped them apart,

But they are still colorful.

They haven’t lost their charm.

So whether you are complete,

Or you are broken;

Whether you are fresh,

Or all beaten up by life,

Know that you are beautiful;

Know that you are beautiful.

You don’t see me

You see my grays and decide that I’m old n faded

But you don’t see my light

You see my crinkled eyes

But don’t see the suns I’ve braved

You see the laugh lines

But you don’t see the tears I’ve laughed through

You see my hardened hands

But not the burden that they carried

If you see me but you don’t see me

Then you haven’t known me

You don’t know me.

 

Chihuly Glass Garden – Seattle

Chihuly Garden and Glass, Seattle, is a glass exhibit that opened in May 2012. Dale Chihuly is a glass sculptor who creates larger than life blown glass work. Other Chihuly Glass exhibits are located in Phoenix, Tavoma, New York City and Denver – to name a few.

I like to explore the places via internet before I make up my mind to visit but I was not prepared for the breathtaking beauty. The glasswork that spans indoor, outdoor and glasshouse settings is intricately woven together, a burst of colors and transports you to a different world.

The exhibit allows entry starting 10am. There is a yoga under the glass program that I didn’t know about. I read about it online later as I a saw a lot of people coming out with their yoga mats before I could enter the exhibit.

As you enter, you would come across the indoor part first. The dim lights and the pastel colors instantly steal your heart. This work of art is produced by pouring glass from a height allowing the long stems and heavy bases and also giving it a “gravity defying” look. The lights and the floor reflecting the artwork add soul to this work.

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As you move further, you would see artwork inspired by baskets. I did not really find it captivating, so I moved on.

Next one was intricate blue glass sculpture, as if sea creatures were entangled in the tentacles of a giant monster. The transitioning shades of blue and the bright yellow star fish made a beautiful site. All eyes on the tentacles and everyone moved around it, as if a part of a ritual. I left some part of me entangled in those tentacles rising far above the ground.

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And then it seemed that I had reached a passage until I looked up. The ceiling was full of most beautiful flowers in the deepest and most vivid colors. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ceiling. The flowers look almost fluid, as if they are going to melt and fall into your lap. You wish that time froze just there. I sat on the bench in the corner and allowed the colors to seep into me. I didn’t have my fill of it. I’m going back some day – I know it in my bones.

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I was walking in a dream but I wasn’t prepared for what came next – A Thousand Flowers. Perhaps, everyone that has someone to love, will want to see The Mille Fiori with them. All colors under the sun, all the love under the sun, all the feelings possible and all the emotions possible – this piece of art invokes a lot inside you. I quietly sat in the corner and breathed it in, till I couldn’t take it anymore.

And I quietly walked on to these beautiful, bubbly boats full of treasure galore. I could almost touch the gaiety coming at me. Colors as beautiful as the Mille Fiori but the emotion, vastly different.

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Some more intricately woven pieces, reminded me of stalagmites and stalactites – some rising from the ground and some hanging from the ceiling.

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The next room was inspired by baskets, from what I remember. The textures were beautiful, the shapes too. The contrast in the colorĀ  on the inside and outside added to the charm.

And then I walked into heaven. The humungous flowers suspended from the ceiling, oozing color are one of the biggest blown glass sculptures by Chihuly. Set in the glasshouse, they flowers are almost hanging from the sky. Eyes heavenwards, breath forgotten, you are rooted to the spot. I wanted to lay on the floor right in the middle of the glasshouse, just under the blooming flowers. My only complaint that all the benches line the walls which doesn’t give you the best view. But I made the best of it I could. I couldn’t sit here. I just lay there quietly.

 

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Then I stepped out into the garden. The outside failed to get through to me. Perhaps, because it was rainy, cold and broad daylight. I am a dim lights and color person. The blues were very vivid and the red very Christmas-y and the yellow very bristly.

I had to do the unthinkable. I retraced my steps back through the museum because I wanted to leave with dreams in my eyes and not harsh realities of broad daylight. I am going to go back one day, to relive and stretch the moments of beauty into eternity.

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If not for you.

When I had you – my little girl

You have been hard work,

All day and all night.

But you brought back many things that I forgot or never touched

You splashed water and giggled

and that brought out smiles unbeleaguered

You soaked in rain with your father

and asked me, too, till I gave in

And let it soak my soul

We made the bed into a trampoline

We walked in the crunchy snow

We held out our tongues to taste the snowflakes

We walked around with the wind and snow in our faces

And we watched Paw Patrol while I lifted weights

We swam together and I let go of my fear

We rocked your toy babies to bed

We fought like siblings

And then got along like a house on fire

We painted together

We danced to kids bop together

We touched a frozen lake together

We sang together and played tag together

I started singing again

I started running again

We watched Peppa together

And worked on American accent together

All of this in 5 years or so

And there is more to come I am sure.

 

I would not taste life again

If not for you.