Vidur and I.  We just finished dinner. I see him settled in the living room. I’ve wound things up in the kitchen and I decide to join him.

Me: Oy, what are you watching?
V: Oh, am waiting for my program to start in ten minutes…so I thought I’d have the channel on in case I forget and miss the first few minutes.
Me: (Rolling eyes) So what’s happening?

(Neither of us is familiar with that program, okay? But we enjoy seeing a bit of this and a bit of that and reconstructing the story as we see it. I am an accomplished channel surfer)

V: You know – that man – the heroine’s husband.
Me: The cutie?
V: Yeah, yeah..(reciprocal rolling eyes) – his boss’s daughter is in love with him.
Me: You mean his wife?
V: No no – his boss’s daughter is different.  But she doesn’t know about her.
Me: Who, his wife?
V: NO! (clearly exasperated) Mi. The boss’s daughter. She doesn’t know about the wife. She works in another place.
Me: Who, the wife?
V: MI! The boss’s daughter
Me: Hmm. What does the wife do?
V: How should I know? Why should I know? I am only waiting for my program to start.

Both of us look at the screen.

Me: Hey is that the wife?
V: NO. (in a quiet voice) Please let me watch my program. It is only 15 min.
Me: Alright.

Hair ruffle and cuddles follow.

Me: Anyway, I can’t stand that program
V: Me neither.  So constipated.
Me: Who, the wife?
V: Glares at me.

I withdraw into the cushions on the futon. And no. There’s no moral to this story. We may not be normal. And that’s okay!

Another day.

V: What are you doing?
Me: Making a plan for this week’s work

V:What have you got in today’s plan?
Me: Oh, I have to turn in some articles for a client

V: Who? (Like he knew everyone)
Me: The medical one. What about you?

V: I plan to finish some Math homework. Then I’ll bathe and have lunch. After that I’ll browse some cosmology info and then, watch a movie. Will you watch it with me?

Me: Let me see, Vidur. Depends on what stage of my project I am in. And I want to finish it before Daddy comes home so we can all go to the terrace.

V: Why not sit with me and work on your laptop?
Me : Oh, I suppose I could do that (Suckered! Of course I’ll end up watching the movie with the laptop warming my lap and parked on the table in turns – as I swipe the touch pad to keep it live. The only work I’ll get done is reading blog posts and sharing them)

V: Okay – after the movie we’ll go to the terrace, then I’ll come back and practice music for an hour. Then we’ll have dinner. After dinner I will draw for some time and then, around 11, I’ll go to bed and read for a while.

Whew! Nice eh? All planned out.  So focused, that child. I should learn a thing or three from him.

V: Whats for lunch, by the way?
Me: Whatever you’d like 🙂 You choose…
V: What are my options?
Me: I made stuffed parathas for Dad’s lunch. We could have that. Or if you prefer you can have pasta
Or noodles. Or pizza. But I think you’ll love today’s stuffed paratha.

*parathas are Indian flatbread made from wheat flour dough.
 

Notice how  I cleverly mention the option I want him to choose last – psychology, folks – kids usually pick on the last word! And he did!

V: What did you put in the stuffed paratha?
Me: Carrots, radish and onion and coriander

V: Mmm. Can you stuff that with cheese also for me?
Me: Sure, I can do that
V: Ok..what will I have it with?
Me: I can make some paneer subzi for you.
V: Ok Mi. Now lets do our work

Oh, really? So reassuring.
 

Two minutes later…

V: Can we listen to songs as we work?
Me: Sure. What you want to listen to?

(V immediately comes over to make a play list of his favorite 1930’s 40’s Bollywood music. I am happy. I love it too. After all, only a hundred songs on the playlist. So  cozy)

Windows media player starts up and  Amirbai Karnataki’s melodious voice washes over us, overpowering the whirring of the fan. Every few minutes, Vidur turns and looks at me and smiles. One might think he launched the artist and is now appreciating her talent.

V: Mi lets have some cheese
Me: OK  – but you’re going to have it with your parathas also!
V: That’s okay. Just a little cube. Which flavor do you want?
Me: The herbs
V: I am having the lite
Me: Ok
V: Can I have two
Me: Sure

I enjoy the look of concentration on his face as he peels the foil off my piece and presents it to me in a little cup. My cup really runneth over.

V: I miss Paati (Grandma)
Me: Me too.
V: Summer vacations were such fun with her.

My eyes fill with tears as those words tug at my heart. Hugs ensue……as we hold each other, and Mom in our hearts and memory.

Mom and Vidur Nov 23, 2005

Remember, more often than not….

I am loving life. I don’t worry about it. Too much. We only live once.
 
Are you?

Do you remember conversations and smile to yourself?

Do you enjoy your little moments? What is your favorite memory?

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Cheers!

Vidya

24 Comments

  1. Terri Sonoda Reply

    Oh my what a perfect blog post to read for me today! So sweet and so perfect. Giving us a sneak peek at your life with Vidur. He is amazing. YOU are amazing. I just love your little family, my friend.
    I can sure understand why you are so happy!

  2. hubby is here asking me what’s wrong. first i’m cracking up and no i look like i’m gonna cry. bug hugs to both of you sis. thank you for sharing your day. love that boy of yours. he is all awesomeness wrapped in brilliance.

    • Oh, Vanita – I can only imagine the lovely memories you have of your growing teen daughters! Hugs to you – you’re a rockstar to me!

  3. Such fun conversations.

    I can’t say I have ONE favorite ’cause I am the mother of four, after all. However, when our oldest son was about three he used to crawl in my lap, cuddle in, and say, “Mama, can we have ‘pecial time?”

    Those were our precious special moments when the others were all asleep.

    Now I’d be the one begging for ‘pecial time with him!!! He’s a busy young adult these days.

    • Keetha, I realized it is quite difficult to recall every word and write it down. What I posted here, I scribbled down right away 😀

      My son does the “special time” too – and I am thinking, oh soon he won’t have time – and cherish every moment.

      Hugs!

  4. Yes, I am loving life. The best part is that it is not at all the life I imagined, but in so many ways it is better. It is filled with simple beauty every single day. I love remembering conversations.

    • Claudya, I love the moments where there are no conversations too! Hugs! All it takes is to notice, no?

  5. Bill Dorman Reply

    Yep, your cup runneth over; enjoy those times because they are special.

  6. What a lovely post, the love between you and Vidur is showing in each word. I remember those conversations about TV programmes with my daughter (Ah, Mamiiiii, you really do not get it! – No, why should I? It is so boring … And who’s the guy in the suit? – Ah, I told you so many times…).
    And sharing food is even better, knowing what each prefers (well, sometimes a little psychology cannot do any harm).
    Thank you for sharing and spreading happiness all over the world.

    • Dear Barbara, 🙂 it is so lovely to see that no matter where in the world, the wonderful Mom-children interactions are so similar. 😀 It really is one world, isn’t it? I used to have the very same conversations with my Mom – and now my son is having them with me!

      In the process, we bond so tightly!

      Thank you for being here. Love, Vidya

  7. I miss being a kid… 🙁 But yes, loads of memories with my mum!

    • I know, Hajra. I can’t help recalling my own wonderful moments with my Mom. :-)I know you’re enjoying your niece and nephew!

  8. You know…the conversation is such a simple interaction but a beautiful one. Those are the best ones…just being.

  9. So beautiful Vidya! You capture so much in these snipits of conversations. A reminder of how much the day-to-day pieces of life really matter. It’s the “ordinary” moments that are so magical.

    & I love your words “Your day will go the way the corners of your mouth are turned.” 🙂

  10. Evelyn Lim Reply

    It is so nice of you to share a snippet of your life with Vidur. Writing these down helps to seal the memories. It will be nice to recollect these later on in life. Also, it makes you want to treasure every moment. I should record down some of the conversations I have with my kids. They grow up way too fast for me.

    • You know, Evelyn, I actually titled this post “Snippets of Life” then I changed it in the last moment 😀 You’re also right about the joy of coming back and reading them later.

      I’d love to read your conversations – I am already in love with your daughters’ photos! Oh yes, time flies way too fast!

      Hugs to you!

  11. So simple, yet so beautiful. Those little moment are what life is about

  12. thoughtstomull.com Reply

    And this one just makes my tummy tingle with love-memories of my children–so many… and they never get old, and they always make me smile! Children are so amazing! Like the time my daughter asked me if it was dark “in there when I close my mouth”. Of course, I said, “Yes,” and she responded, quite astutely, “How do you know?” Oh, children! They make you laugh and they warm you all over with love! Thanks for this post!

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