Life seems to be moving so fast.
We got back from our trip to Delhi and Shimla in the first week of January. Another week went by meeting Nan and Maitra and trying to catch up with work and home. Then the parents and Mejopishi and A'kaku hit Cal and life became one long round of get-togethers and parties. Then Guddi got married on the 21st and that meant busy days before and after. I missed all the tatta packing but I managed to attend the aiburobhaat (went for the Saraswati puja at office afterwards all dressed up in my new earrings and a fancy saree). That was some trip. I picked Rahul up from Garfa and then took a rickshaw, an auto, a bus and shank's mare to Guddi's. Cabbed it (part-way) to office afterwards, though!
We celebrated our fourth anniversary on 22nd Jan in a fairly desultory fashion, eating dosas before a show of 3 Idiots. The movies was great fun, though and Ma babysat Rahul so all waz well.
Immediately after the wedding Rahul succumbed to his annual Big Winter Illness. It was a stomach virus this time and it left him dehydrated and very drained. He threw up everything we got down his gullet, including water. Made for some very tense days. The Siblings did not add to the joy, coming and fussing at us the way only Baba and Mejopishi can. This time they got ample support from Anindyakaku and Ma too, bah.
Rahul was ill for a whole week and more and January ended. In the middle of all this madness I never got a chance to touch the stuff I was making for Soumya's baby. When the calendar shifted to Feb I went into panic mode and started bringing my kit to office in a mad attempt to complete the stuff in time to send to her mother to carry to the US with her when she went to visit Soumya.
February has been a little slower, easier, kinder on the whole, but the bonhomie and camaraderie Vicky and I had found between us in Shimla waned.
Thus far Feb's been a month of some late nights at work, some major tantrums from the boy and unexpected forbearance from Vicky. The gas ran out twelve days ago and that's been stressful. Ma loaned me a cylinder of hers but she does need it back. I discovered that the parlour across the road from my office does lovely shampoos and the girls actually listen to the kind of cut I want. Makes a nice change. The shampoos in particular will save my life in the future, I foresee it.
We went for a lovely birthday party yesterday. Sonali's daughter Paree (as opposed to Nunu's son Avi, you understand) turned three so Sonali organised a party at the Tolly children's playground. It was a great idea and the kids seemed to love it. Snacks were restricted to popcorn and juice, which was just as well because none of the kids seemed interested in food (why eat when you can tumble off a slide, I say) ; the high tea was varied and delicious and I ate like only an office-going girl can at 6 pm. Rahul was rather psyched by the clown but he, like every other child there (including yours truly) fell violently in love with the cake. A lovely teddy bears' picnic done by Kookie Jar. The details were beautifully done, right down to the bowlful of cream by the plateful of strawberries. It's the pity they use the hard sugar-paste-y thing that's not much fun to eat. The chocolate cake underneath was delicious but that goes without saying.
Baba retires at the end of this summer. They have already vacated their flat in Madras and are living in a service apartment now. The luggage has been dispatched to Vizag and Cal. Ma is in Cal now to receive the Cal consignment which is expected on Sunday morning. In the meantime I shall be running around with the Matador guys early tomorrow morning to bring her a fridge from Patuli and cupboards from Garfa.
When I was on the phone with her over the arrangements there was a short pause and then she said, "But will you be travelling with these men, Ayesha?" And I told her that I would, because I know them and besides, I've had to get over such maidenly modesty years ago.
Makes me a trifle wistful sometimes because I used to dream of growing up and leading a sheltered life. On the other hand, I don't like people telling me what I can and cannot do so I've never been able to stay sheltered very long at any stage of my life.
I need a pedicure and some nights out with the girls. Let's see what the weekend holds.
By the way, girls, check GoGirl out. I love the idea although I'm not sure how happy I would be to cart it around.