(Dedicated to HQ – who nudged me to get back to this blog)
Life happens in a heartbeat, one moment you are a cranky
baby up in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling wearing diapers and
in the very next moment, you find yourselves up in the middle of the night changing
them. What is interesting and humbling
though is that regardless of how many years you have spent in between alone, in
both scenarios you are strangely complete ..and completely exhausted.
Too much has passed since I wrote on mettakau, 5 years, 2
kids and it seems like nothing is the same as it was. Maggi is a health hazard,
Modi is in power, McDreamy is dead and Mamma
Mia – Starbucks is in India.
Change is everywhere.
This past week, I visited Gurgaon on a work trip. Gurgaon –
the center piece of many a post on this very blog, different and same – all at
once. Crazy infrastructure, every possible MnC, swanky T3 airport ...but then again..same old drama on the highway,
same old Haldirams and same old Dill dry heat. My mind was on its own journey that day, down
memory lane and I could feel the warm embrace of laughter, memories and good
times spent with friends, I didn’t know then but do know now, a decade later
who would be an integral part of my life.
And as I got off the flight home and stepped into a
torrential Mumbai downpour, I called home to check on the kids. Said good night
to them and blew imaginary kisses. And just when the mind was straying again trying to think of what preparation was needed for A1's school day and what snack I was going to make and how to deal with A2's cold..and just at the moment when I was on the cusp of wondering when and how on earth life had become this maze of mommy lists, ..my own phone lit up
in blue with my Mom calling to see if I had landed and to say Good Night.
Life has changed.. a lot... but in a heartbeat.. its all the
same.
I am 37 years old and my city is Mumbai. Thank God I have enough.
