One morning in May, I went to climb a hill to take photographs of a seasonal view and I had a really bad fall. Next two weeks I spent taking each step carefully, measuring pain and pain medications, ignoring purple marks on the knees. I didn’t fall even once in last a few years. I do not want to fall again.
That’s how May started. With a fall. With resilience. With aches. With medications. But it never took a wrong turn. Like every other month, it gave me a few cringe-worthy moments that I won’t repeat; it also gave numerous happy moments that I will save well.
The pacific is for all
California super-bloom was the talk of the town for a while. Especially the ones that were happily swaying their heads in the ocean wind. I wanted to take some good photographs of the ocean in summer, I also wanted to take our daughter close to the ocean. She won’t remember this first event. But I know in sadness and glory, she will make Pacific one of her best buddies. From what I recorded in my camera, she loved the sight of blue and white contrasts of the horizon and all those rocks where waves played their games. I loved this memory the most.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
Posting your stories to the world has some side effects. Some are bad. But some are funny. One such thing was knowing about a relative who copies everything I write. If I write about nature, that relative uses the same words in the Facebook status. If I capture birds, afternoon tea, trail stories, and poetic muses, within a day or two those things appear somewhere in that relative’s posts, which if I can suggest need some proof reading. This month, I kept an vigil eye to be sure. I posted a few things that no one in our circle ever did, like posing in a cool place in a really bad ripped denim. Within a few days, that was copied.
While imitation might irritate some people, I found a hint of humor in the act. Though I wish I could get some verbal appreciations of my work as well, I would have been more flattered.
In and out of La La Land
Though the documentary Tales by Light and the season two of Aziz Ansari’s Master of None won my busy evenings, I will regret if I don’t talk about La La Land. I just delivered my baby when La La Land hit the theater. So I waited calmly for the right moment to watch that visual interpretation of two dreamers’ journey. I had to. See if you are a dreamer, you have to watch this bitter sweet musical drama that poetically presents the beauty of choices. Dreams and choices are essential ingredients of a content future. Right? I loved how the movie ended. I felt happy and sad at the same time, and remained that way for a couple of days. Other than that I loved the song City of Stars. I am not a fan of musicals, but once in a while risky films like La La Land should be made. Because not all classics have to belong to twentieth century.
Big Window, Small Television
I live in a time where you judge a person’s smartness by appearance, knowledge by the perceptive stories on social media, and class by the size of Television. I feel small sometimes, because I do not put effort to enhance any of those. But once in a while, when the summer is bright, multiple windows of my home welcome sunlight from every direction, the wind keeps us cool, and the bumblebees hum nonchalantly over my potted plants. You know sometimes your own life feels like a happy movie that you must not miss living. I live this way. Every summer. Big windows keep my heart clean.
If April was about eating right, May was about thinking in right direction. I practiced saying “yes” to most of the unexpected, anxiety causing events. They say the power of “yes” is like a deep passive volcano, you cannot imagine what wonders it opens up. I can say, it surely opens up doors of creativity, communication, trust, and little details that “no” hides behind the curtain.
What were your top five happy moments in May?