Blown away (Part II)

It’s only fitting I post a sequel to the mid afternoon post..and that too with an apt title…because that’s what happened when I did step out to go back home..well not immediately. .but as I was walking back home, I couldn’t help but notice that Sinica was deserted …just a few like me who had braved the winds were now plodding back home…even the gym with it’s super enthusiastic crowd was bare…I was musing about all this when strong winds overtook me…the rain was barely a drizzle but the combined effect was nothing short of powerful (I’m struggling for the right word here)…a entire scene of man vs nature was acting itself out and I was the damsel in distress…I struggled this way and that with the umbrella (and I was carrying husband’s big grandfather umbrella that can double as a walking stick, not the tiny folding one you see)…and snap!! It went kaput (this by the way is telling the husband publicly that his umbrella is no more)…seeing that there was no point in any further struggle, I conceded to the mighty forces, managed to fold it and walk back home, head hung in shame..
If you thought that was the end of the story, well it wasn’t! Right away I noticed my bicycle lying prone near the entrance of our building. Now again this is not some light weight contraption, but suits me in weight n bulk! So we were in this together then…I consoled my bike with a “there there” (sheldon cooper style), hoisted it up and made my way up gingerly the flight of stairs to see what lay in wait…
At first everything seemed normal..and then as I made my way through the rooms..It struck me that everything is far messier (which is how it usually is by the way)..clothes have strewn about which were left perfectly hanging or drying, bits of plastic and all things light are in a disarray…the worst hit is the open plan kitchen (called so because it’s really open, but there was hardly any plan in it)..some dark and suspicious now coats all the cleaned and washed utensils…many have decided to end up in the nearby trash can, while the trash can occupants have decided to come out n have a merry time…
But I have my priorities all sorted out..I have dreamed about the hot chocolate all afternoon and so hot chocolate it is! With bits of cinnamon, ginger and a whiff of vanilla…the umbrellas, clothes, kitchen and clean-up can definitely wait!!

Blown away (Part I)

While we are ensconced in the cozy confines of office, the wind howls and rages outside, the rain plays a secondary fiddle, and the trees sway to nature’s unknown tune…it’s typhoon time here in Taiwan, and work is the farthest from my mind …well, actually it’s lunch time, and I have had my fill of khichadi, just out from the warmer…surprisingly I don’t wish to sleep, but watch the nature in its different glory…and I think of holding a warm cup of hot cocoa spiced with vanilla, ginger and cinnamon (how come I always think about food, when I just had lunch??!!)