This post is probably going to be as confusing as its title.
Today,as I was putting Aadi to bed,I was thinking of my mother. The reason being,my glasses.Many many years ago,a routine eye exam revealed that I was near-sighted and needed glasses.I was very upset and didn’t find the glasses very appealing.Like a normal,almost teenage girl,I thought the glasses spoiled my looks,and would shy away from wearing them,most of the time.Its another story that because of my vanity,I am almost blind now.Anyway,my mom would keep reminding me to wear my glasses.If I was lying in bed and reading,holding the book too close to my face,she would ask me to sit up and wear my glasses.It was like she was my glasses-police.
Over the years,I outgrew the vanity and realised that the glasses are not so unbecoming after all. And though now,I use contact lens when I go out,most of the day,I wear my glasses.Sometimes even go out wearing my glasses.Now at home,Aadi is my specs-police.She just doesn’t let me take off my glasses.Even compliments me,when I put them on.Its her almost crazy obsession,that makes me think of my mother..It was like my mum’s goal was to make sure I wore glasses all day long,so as to “decrease my power”.
As I lay in bed,cuddling with Aadi,helping her fall asleep,she snuggled up to me and called me by my childhood name and its not the first time,she’s called me by that name.The only people who ever call me by this particular name is my parents,and occasionally my aunt.My dad,and aunt haven’t addressed me by this name in front of Aadya..then,how I wonder does she know this name?And if its just a name of endearment,that she created,why doesn’t she use it for the DH?
I was still thinking these thoughts when she fell asleep.I sneaked out to the kitchen,to grab a glass of water.And what do I see on the kitchen window?A pale brown butterfly.At this time of the night! What is so special about the butterfly,you must be wondering.They say and we believe,that when a departed soul,of a loved one,is hovering near you,they appear in front of you,in the form of a butterfly.We,i.e.,my family started sighting this butterfly after my mom’s death..any time,there was a family gathering, or on important days,like birthdays,festivals,exams etc..Every time,we,the DH and I, moved into a new place,the butterfly was there to welcome us.When we had to do the unexpected road-trip,when I was 3 months pregnant..the butterfly was sitting on our windscreen,when not even a bird or insect was seen.And it was freezing outside.Call me crazy,call me superstitious,but when I saw the butterfly tonight,unknowingly,the first thought in my mind was,”Hi Mom!” ….And I had to write this post.
Somehow,it just explains,the unexplained peace,the unexpected closure to my mother’s death,that Aadi’s birth brought me..It also explains,why I never felt alone,when I was all alone,in the inital days,after she was born and the DH was stuck in work..It all makes sense..It does really.
Short days and Long Nights
The last few days have been so full that even S has taken to asking,What’s keeping you so busy?Well,the thing with him is,if and when I call him up,he tells me “I am busy”..even before I can say hello..So these days I don’t call him up and suddenly out of the blue he calls up,saying,”what’s keeping you so busy?ek call bhi nahi kar sakte?”Umm..”Isnt that my line,”I ask…mumble mumble..something something he says…basically to make me feel like I am ignoring him.But I am not..really just as I am not ignoring the blog(s).Winter is almost here,days are short and nights longer.By 6.30 its pitch dark and I spent the first week feeling miserable,homesick and depressed.Then,I decided to make the most of the day.So,I rearranged our day.Instead of going out for a walk,after Aadya woke up from her nap,we go in the morning.We have a light breakfast ,followed by an early lunch and head off to the town center.Its a nice 20 minute walk.First stop is the play area.Aadya plays there for about 40-45minutes,then,we browse through the stores.By the time we come back,almost 3 hours have passed.Then,its time for the Aadya’s nap.She naps,while,I pick up my knitting or crochet projects.On days that I dont feel like going for a walk,we spend an hour or so in the garden..and then head to the park after lunch.The park is really,just outside.I just have to open the gate and and we are in the park.But,this new schedule suits us well..After a busy morning,its nice to unwind in the evening and the darkness doesnt seem so bad.I start cooking only after it gets dark and so that one hour or so goes by really fast.Aadya likes to help me and so,cooking is fun.
That’s how we are spending our short days and long nights..What do you do in winter,to keep depression and boredom away?
P.S.I tried to post pictures I dunno how many times..but my internet connection is very bad.I will try again another day.
Meeting Pooja
I just found this posts in drafts and had to publish it.
one message board,few exchanged messages,countless phone calls and almost 2 years later,we met.The first time we exchanged emails seems like eons away.after emails came chats and then the phone calls.The phone calls that last all day long.We talk,even when doing other work-cooking cleaning..still talking,hanging up long enough to make other important calls,only to call each other back.
I am talking about my friend,Pooja.We met on a pregnancy message board and have been friends ever since.
We have exchanged notes all through pregnancy- she was on my list of people to be called soon after Aadya’s birth and she did the same,when her little boy, was born.We shared pics, baby stories…and even before we knew it,we were almost like family to each other.
When this move was almost finalised,I made a trip to Seattle,to visit her.This was the first time,I was travelling alone with Aadya.It was also the first time I was going to meet Pooja.But,I had no apprehensions.Because,all those months that we were talking,made her seem so real to me..there was just no apprehension or awkwardness.She was waiting for me,when I walked out pushing Aadya’s stroller.The babies squealed looking at each other..as if they understood,the bond their mothers shared with each other.We hugged and it seemed like the most natural thing to do.
Aadya and I spent 5 days with Pooja and her family and we had so much fun.Almost everywhere,people asked us,if we were sisters.The first time,we answered,that we were friends and then looked at each other..and smiled.The next time anyone asked us,if we were sisters,we just said,yes..And why not,we are soul sisters in every sense of the word.
Around the world in 80 Clicks
I have been tagged,by the lovely Dipali and the newest mommy(I know of),Aneela to write about Five Things I love about being a Mom. I have so many unpicked tags in my bucket,so,this time,I am just going to complete this one,before it gets lost.
Here are the rules-
just write a post of your own (5 things that you love about being a mom) and find someone to link to and tag – someone from your own country, if you like, but definitely someone from another country (Google is a good resource if you don’t know any; google any country name and ‘mom’ in their blog search function) (be sure to let them know that you’ve tagged them!) – and link back here and HBM and leave a comment.
I don’t know where to begin.I have wanted to be a mom,for as long as I can remember..And there is very little that I don’t like about motherhood.Seriously,even the sleepless nights of the first year,were alright..not something I looked forward to,but it wasn’t unmanageable.As the heaps of unfolded laundry rose,my love for the baby grew too.And every time,I look at Aadya,I wonder if its possible to love anyone so much.I also wonder sometimes,if I will have any love left for a second baby..but then,I think its the mother’s heart,which will always have love for her children.There are so many things that I like ,listing just 5 is not enough.But I’ll try 🙂
Here are my 5-
1) The excited baby voice that fills my house and my heart from the moment aadya wakes up every morning..Her non-stop talking continues even when I am on the phone ,or even when I don’t answer her.I love the long never-ending stories,told in the same baby voice, that keep me up at night.I love those sweet Pleez and Shorie(please&sorry)
2) The warm body snuggled up close to me or the small fingers that pry my eyes open.I just love waking up next to the little Pipette,one little hand around my neck,one chubby leg slung over my waist and one beautiful face,nose-to-nose with me.And on the rare occasions that,she wakes up earlier than me,she plays with my face and my hair and I pretend to be sleeping till she pries my eyes open with her little baby fingers.And then we snuggle and cuddle some more.Ever since Aadya was born,the first few minutes after she wakes up are reserved for me.Its like our way of recharging,before starting the day.
3)Those beautiful brown eyes,so like melted milk chocolate,so like my own,but so much more beautiful.And I could just keep looking in to those eyes forever and ever and I know,they look right into me..into my heart and soul.
4) Love having the magical power to kiss away every boo..Even the ones she dreamt about.Every morning when aadya wakes she shows me her little “boo”,real and imaginary,till I haven’t kissed all the 10 fingers and her cheeks and the nose,cute as a button.
5)Being perfect in every sense of the word,for someone.Being loved by that someone,completely and unconditionally .And I think just knowing that empowers me,makes me feel special and makes me a stronger person.It gives me the strength to stand up for myself,for,only when I stand up for myself,can I stand up for the Wee one.
Writing this post has made my belief even stronger that I was meant to be a mom..Oh I so love being a mom..:) Thanks,Dipali and Aneela.
And Now,to tag,I tag-
RetroMummy In Australia ,
AshliO In USA,
Meera also in USA ,
Rohini In India and
Sassy Mom In Hong Kong
And the curse is broken
At least I hope it is..The scale moved today and I almost did a jig next to it to shake my sleepy bones.And then,I started thinking..There was really no reason for me to crib about the stagnant weight loss..cursing the scale.Really,because in the last month that we moved here,I haven’t done anything about it.The only exercise I have is-housework,unpacking(or not) and light gardening,taking aadya to the park,which is right in front of the house..REALLY! All I have to do is open the gate.Rest of the times,I am stuck to the couch,working on my crafts or net surfing.
I decided to change that..But guess what,after a while,I was back on the couch,reading blogs this time.And I saw Shraikh’s blog and read her posts.This woman is truly an inspiration.She had written about signing up for the 5K! and running in the gym.
It was a nice sunny day..I was immediately charged up on reading her posts and decided to go for a walk.But the Lazy Me tried to trick me,by coming up with all sorts of excuses.But,I-want-to-lose-weight Me had a counter argument for each excuse.
LazyBones Me-“Oh,its so hot and Sunny outside”
I-wanna-lose-weight Me-“well,its better than freezing cold”
LB -“How about an evening walk”
IWLW -“ Sure,If you want..but then,Aadi will oversleep and you will miss it”
LB -“Oh its almost Aadya’s nap time”
IWLW -“well,she can sleep in the stroller”
LB-“Oh Aadya will make me stop,asking for milk,water,may be I should go when S is home to watch her”
IWLW-“remember what Shraikh wrote about the power walk with her boys..and if  Aadi wants milk or water,you can catch your breath then“
And finally LazyBones had to give up..and I-wanna-lose-weight Me,went for a walk.I coupled an errand with the walk,so there was no turning back.
I always check the time,before leaving..if I have walked for 15minutes or more,I feel I have done a lot.So,this time,taking another leaf from Shraikh’s book..I didn’t check the time..umm ok..i did check the time before I started..
I spent roughly 10-15 minutes,doing my errand..but walked rest of the time..And when I got home,I checked the time..and I was gone for 1 and half hour!I felt so good..had that after glow of achievement rest of the day..:D
Today,I did the same thing..this time,dragged S along too.S,takes long strides and on most days,I ask him to slow down as I cant keep up..but today,I tried to step up my pace to match him..and
it was a great walk..We did stop to give Aadya her milk or water..but,it was OK.
Its 4-day weekend here..we spent today,doing nothing..may be will catch up with friends tomorrow..What are your plans for the weekend?
Happy Easter!
Look what I found..

I have a weakness for long dangling earrings.And I have so many pairs,I have a tough time going through my jewellery drawer to find a pair.It is frustrating to find one ear-ring and not its pair. I was browsing a strip mall,when I saw,”Don’t get Mad,get Organised”..Aha..just the right thing for me.I just cannot remember the name of the store.So,in I went.And this store had all the organising solutions from laundrybaskets to bookshelves to hobby boxes..what nots.And I found these and finding earring is a piece of cake..Also,its a visual treat in itself.
And a Happy Birthday it was
This year Aadya’s birthday celebrations,were a week long affair.
On 30th March,the first SMS arrived at 2.30 AM-Nanu,forgot the time difference. Papa was going to take the
day off ,but he was called in for a presentation.So,it was just Aadi & Mimi.After a breakfast out in the backyard,we spent some time watering the plants.Then,between calls from friends and family,we baked a cake.
if you love baking,there is no greater joy,than baking for your kids.The only thing that is more fun is baking with them.
That is what we did.I lined up,all the ingredients on the counter and put the pipette there.She handed me each ingredient as I read from my mom’s recipe book.After I poured the batter into the cake tin,the Pipette,licked the bowl clean.
Then, it was time for hot-oil massage and a hot bath,followed by nap.By the time,she woke up,Papa was back.
We took her to the play-area before cutting the cake.While we were there,S’s friends called,they were coming over to wish Aadya.And they came bearing Gifts..A Bike,A new kid-sized dinner set for one and cookies.
We did the traditional celebration first-bringing in the birthday with Aarti,blessing the child and feeding her something sweet.Then,we cut the cake.
And then,the guys sat down to assemble the bike,under the birthday girl’s supervision.Once the bike was assembled,Aadya refused to get off,even having her dinner sitting on it.
The rest of the week,had a festive feel..we were shopping for little things for the party,organising,still getting calls and emails.Gifts were arriving,clothes were being tried on(by me).
Friday was spent in basic preps for the party food.This was the first party at home..and I was cooking.I was going to cook some things and order some.But,I ended up cooking most of the things..There were around 25 adults and 4 kids and 3 babies.
It wasn’t as hard as I expected.
The party was so much fun.It was nice to have so many people around. almost everyone we know,in Melbourne was here.I feel special days are to be celebrated and this one was definitely celebrated.We got around 50-60 helium balloons,tied with long strings and they covered the living room
ceiling.Every child and adult,said wow,at least once,looking at the balloons.Balloons and birthdays..there is just something so happy about it.As the sounds of laughter and chitchat filled the house,I felt the dull longing of home..of wanting our families here with us,but also
I was also pleasantly surprised to realise,how at home we are here,in such a short time.
Three of my friends,took over the task of dishing out piping hot appetisers,after almost pushing me out of the kitchen..”Go & get pretty”,they said.Another one,gave me pointers on eye make up,while cooing to her 1 year-old,propped on her hip.D& her husband arrived early and her
husband ran errands with S,from the moment he handed back his first glass of water.Another friend,walked out to the corner,to guide our guests in.A friend’s mom,cuddled Aadya and blessed her,asking me do her drashti(ward off evil eye),as only a grandmother can.I didn’t have
to worry about refilling the food,it was always taken care off.If this isn’t home,what is?
The kids had a blast with the balloons,they each grabbed as many strings as they could,creating their own bunches and ran around happily.The babies,were content playing with the assortment of soft toys.The littlest one slept peacefully,leaving his Mamma-dadda,to eat and socialise in peace.
The cutest part of the party was- We had set up a table in the backyard and all the guys were sitting there,nursing their drinks,munching the appetisers.I had just brought Aadya’s toys out for the babies to play with.Someone asked me where the birthday girl was.She was nowhere to be found.Not in the bedrooms or bathroom.I went out to the backyard to ask S,if he had seen her…And what do I see..She had pulled up a chair,sipping Fanta from her glass,munching on the appetisers,aping the guys.That’s one funny image stuck in my head from the party.
By 10.00,most of the guests had left..some stayed back for chit-chat and coffee.They left by 11.00 and thats when we realised how tired we were.Aadya wanted her bottle,my back started hurting and S,was too sleepy.
We put away the food in the refrigerator,loaded the dishwasher and took the laptop to bed-to see the pictures from the party.The slide show was on..and one by one,all of dozed off.
We opened the gifts next morning..and the little Pipette was instantly in toy heaven.
Its such a joy,watching your child at this age..how every small thing excites them.For once,I forgot about meticulously taking off the cello-tape,and opening each present delicately.It was the Pipette’s birthday and her gifts too.
She had a blast ripping the wrapping paper off each gift,squealing with joy..finally settling down to play with an alphabet Van.And that was how the week-long celebration ended.
P.S. On the weight-loss front-The scale is not budging.Its been three weeks,there has been absolutely no weight loss.Time to up the exercises me thinks.But I have managed to lose and keep off 3kgs.That’s a small consolation.
Happy Birthday,My Darling
My Dearest Aadi,
Happy Birthday !You,my dear,are turning Two today.And as I sit down to write this letter to you,I am lost.I try to remember you as a new born and I can’t.I try to remember your first wobbly steps and I can’t.When I look at your pics from a few months ago,it seems like someone else.Yes,that’s how much you have changed.Your Papa and I have spent most of the last month,wondering,how much our baby has grown up.
If your first year with us,went by very fast,then the second zoomed by even before we said your name.While the first year meant sleepless nights,midnight feeds,countless diaper changes and much more ,the second year was all fun.It was fun,watching you grow.You grew from a crawler to a walker and even runner.Aww,sweetie,we could watch you run,forever-your chubby baby legs,going fast,your little baby butt,swinging with each leap,you are delight to our eyes.
Not only did you learn to eat yourself,you do it with such style.You insist on eating with a spoon,you wont touch your food,till you are not handed a spoon,and then promptly dig in with your hands.Its mesmerising,watching you pick a tiny morsel with 2 perfect baby fingers and drop it into your mouth so gracefully.You insist on using a knife and fork for eating your eggs,and use them with perfect ease.I am so proud of you.
We both are.And though Papa may get angry sometimes or rough-house with you,he is a mush-ball,where you are concerned.And you,my darling,know that, better than me.You hug him,you kiss him or you just sulk and tell him how angry you are,and he is ready to give you the moon and the stars.
For most part of your first year and early last year,you were a clingy baby.So many times,that was a cause of irritation or embarrassment for me or your Papa-imagine,him coming to pick you up and you screaming,murder!Everyone told us,it was because,you saw only me all day.But,over the last few months,you have bloomed into an independent social bee.You love being around other people.You love interacting with others and now others ask us,if you go to a play school and we proudly answer,that you are home with me.
When I watch you,walk confidently,in a crowded room,my heart swells with pride.When you have the attention of the crowd,you do your thing-smile your sweet smile,put up a cute show,almost unconsciously and keep your audience interested.You are natural star and you know it too.But its your innocence that makes you the rock star.
And you rock my world.I try hard but cannot remember life without you.Sometimes,when you are awake and chattering non-stop,I wish for a moment of quiet.But,when you are sleeping,I find myself waiting for you to wake up or even wanting to wake you up*gasp*.After that initial moment of quiet,the silence becomes uncomfortable and I find myself missing that chit-chat.In these two years,you have taken over my thoughts,my mind and my heart completely.The love that I feel for you,I can’t explain even to you..May be you’ll know it when you are a mom(By the time you read this,you would have probably heard this line,in so many different tones,in many different contexts.) I used to roll my eyes,the same way you would be doing then.
But even if I rolled my eyes,I always wanted to be a mom.Always.Even when I was fifteen or was it thirteen.And I knew that I wanted to be a mom to a baby girl.I always wanted a girl.Like most teenage girls,I wanted a girl to dress her up in pretty clothes. After your Nani passed away,I wished even more to have a daughter,to have a mother-daughter relationship-it didn’t matter that I would be the mother,this time round.My desire for a daughter,grew with each year,that you didn’t appear.Now,I realise,that you took so long to come,because,perfection takes time.Yes,my darling,you are perfect..even with your little imperfections.What imperfections,you ask?Well,your temper for one 🙂 You of the volatile temper and you who is quick to say,”Sorry”.. Yes,you are perfect.
Stay the same baby girl..I know you have a lot of growing up to do,I want you to be all grown up,but you’ll always be my little baby.You are getting closer to your Papa,now,but I’ll always know you more -just a tad more,for those nine months,when you were just mine-for all to know but only for me to feel.You clung to him,again today,when you were sleepy and I watched,partly with love,partly with envy and he asked me,if I was scared of losing my baby to him..I said,Naah..Little does he know,how close to truth he was or may be he does.
Now,when I try to remember the days when I was pregnant,or even your first few months,it seems so far off in time.My memories are a little fuzzy but one thing is crystal clear and that is the feeling of being overwhelmed,by the love I feel for you. Tonight,as I type this fervently,while sneaking furtive glances at your sleeping form,I feel the same.And I feel bad for being hard on you,at bed-time,every night.It breaks my heart even more when you snuggle close to me,as I get in bed and then,I know,we are OK..We are friends again 🙂 And the only reason,I write this today,is because,that’s how I want us to stay always..As friends.I want to be the one you come to,with whatever is on your mind.And if for some reason,I am not,show me this post and remind me.And if for some reason,you don’t feel like being friends ,see this post and remember how much I love you.
We just put up a birthday banner,with your favorite Pooh and filled your favorite corner with your oldest toys and balloons..I hope when,you wake up,you are happily surprised.Hearing that “WowWWW” is the inspiration for so many things,that we do.
Jaanu,may your life be always filled with sunny days and happy moments.May you always be happy,As happy as you have made us.You are our lives sweetest blessing.
God bless you,My Angel.
Happy Birthday,Baby girl!
Love you Always..
Mumma
Papa’s Pipette
Aadya is turning into a daddy’s girl,slowly and steadily.Everyday,the first thing she says,when she wakes up is,”Papa Offish”.Then,start the pretend phone calls,spread through out the day.When Papa calls,Mamma can’t hang up,without the Pipette talking to him.Come evening and the Pipette,peeks out the window,every few minutes,to see if Papa is home.And when he does arrive home,he is greeted with a big squeal and she jumps into his arms,starting her non-stop narrative of the day.
He is not allowed to put her down,even for a minute,till she doesn’t finish.It doesn’t matter if Papa might need to use the toilet or wash his face.All that has to wait.
Then,Papa is in-charge of the dinner,teeth brushing,Shower(depending on the Pipette’s mood,mamma or papa are summoned).Sometimes a car-ride is demanded too..and Papa being the good one,always obliges,well almost always.
Then,bed-time masti is always Papa-Pipette time,when mamma is pushed to the sidelines.They talk,they laugh,they jump,they pretend-laugh too.Sometimes,they cuddle with Mamma too..and the Pipette,makes sure that she is between Mamma and Papa,clinging to Papa.
On Weekends,the first thing she asks,as always is Papa Offish?When S says,no baby no office today..the mood is set.The Pipette has a big smile on her face.Most days,we give her a bottle in bed,and laze around.But,Pipette is too restless to stay in bed.She starts pulling Papa,saying Utho Utho(wake up) till he doesnt get up from the bed.She even brings our glasses to us,specially opening Papa’s,so all he has to do is put it on.
Here’s some exchanges between Papa and Pipette-
When Papa is just back from work-
Pipette- Papa Papa,Maana.(Maana= slapping/hitting)
Papa-Kaun mara mere baby ko?(who hit my baby)
Pipette- Mamma..Maana Maana,Pipette cry park fwing mamma push bala shcared….and so on.
Papa-Fwing?
Pipette-no no Fwing!
Papa-Fwing na
Pipette-No,Fwing
The Pipette says all S words with an F or SH sound.So swing is fwing,spider is fider,scared is shared,santa is shanta,you get the gist.
Mamma was hiding somewhere,laughing,but of course,she didn’t want to upset the Pipette:)
Pipette throwing toys,Papa pretending to scold her,while winking at mamma
Pipette-No-No-No No Daati (No scolding)
Papa-Ok meri Ma(ok mom!)
Pipette- (runs to Mamma)- Ma,Ma
In the kitchen,Pipette opening the cupboard
Papa-Kya ho raha hai?(What are you doing?)
Pipette-Shaafing
Papa-What? Shaafing kya hai?(what is Shaafing)
Pipette- Shaaf Papa,Wash,shaaf.(Shaaf=Saaf,in hindi=clean)
Papa and Mamma both were stumped at this one.How does a child so small know to put -ing after the word..
At the grocery store,Pipette wants to pick up a packet of speciality cheese,
Papa-No,we are not buying that cheese
Pipette-No,Wandit wandit
Papa-no no you dont want it..we are not buying that.
Pipette-Big scowl on the wee face-Pipette Angee..
Papa-olle baby..no angry..
Pipette- no Pipette Angee
Papa(to Mamma)-Should we buy the cheese?
This little princess has her Papa wrapped around her little finger.
A brush with Spirituality-1
Sometimes,some things happen that you just cannot explain.Somethings that leave you breathless,with excitement and nervous in anticipation.Somethings that you realise,you are better off accepting,just like that-Unexplained.
Something like that happened to me,in late October,2009.My dad was going through a very very tough period.And it felt like the situation was just getting worse by the minute.We were all very worried and near depression.The feeling of helplessness pushes you into a dark place.The only way out seemed like prayers.
I am big believer of Sai Baba.I truly believe and Thank Baba for Aadya and her safe arrival.I had my copy of Sai Satcharitra with me,even in the OT.I decided to fast on Thursdays in Sai Baba’s honour till the terrible time didn’t pass.Sometime that week,I had a dream.
In my dream,a soft spoken lady,was talking to me.Her voice was so sweet,that you would forget about everything else.I couldn’t even see her face.All I remember is seeing a rich green and red haze around her.And I remember her words very clearly,as if she is saying them,as I type-“Guruvar toh theek hai,par Devi ka bhi kuch karo“[Fasting on Thursday is fine,but you should do something for the Goddess]…And I woke up.
My heart was beating fast and I was filled with excitement,of a good kind.It was a good change from the dull depressing state I was in.
I told S,when we woke up,he was intrigued too.After a while,had a long chat with my sister,she was surprised too.Then,I emailed my trusted friends,and Kiran of karmic kids suggested Vaibhav lakshmi vrat.Someone else suggested Santoshi Mata Vrat.Some how as soon as I heard about Vaibhav Lakshmi Vrat,I felt it was what the lady in my dream hinted at.
Anyway,I looked up online and found a Devi’s Temple somewhere in a far-flung suburb of Melbourne.Coincidentally,it was a Friday and we decided to go there.But S was late coming back from work and we couldn’t.The next day,on Saturday,we set off in the evening to the temple.We had plenty of time,before the temple close at 8.As luck would have it,we got lost and we got lost and we got lost again.My heart was sinking.It was 7.45pm and we were nowhere close to the temple..I had all but given up hopes of reaching on time.Excatly at 7.50 pm,we saw the sign to the temple and reached there 5 minutes before closing time.
It was as if the priest was just waiting for us.There were exactly three bananas left -which he gave us.We spoke to the priest and I told him about my dream.He just smiled and as soon as I asked him about Vaibhav Lakshmi Vrat,he quietly went and brought a book from the cupboard-it was the Vaibhav Lakshmi Vrat Katha[The story of Vaibhav Lakshmi Vrat].He said its for me.
While at the temple,Aadya looked at the Devi’s Lion and went and touched it lovingly calling it Puppy.Normally,when she calls her teddies Puppy,we correct her and she says the right name atleast then..but this time she was adamant and called it Puppy.”Her name is a name of Godess Durga,who rides the Lion”,S pointed out.
Anyway,around this time,I don’t remember,if it was before or after my dream,someone told my sister,that my dad should pray to the Godess,She is the only one who would help him.This was another co-incidence.It was just a happy co-incidence that Aadya was named after the Godess,quiet by chance -we picked the name thinking it meant the first one..it was only later that we realised the religious connection.
The day after the visit to the temple,things started looking up …making my belief even stronger.
Spirituality is something,isn’t it?when you are in a happy place spiritually, the calm you experience is unimaginable.
I have to stop now…I will write more..in a while