I had heard of many things becoming clearer as we go along in life but age teaches one a lot of things one just used to bustle through and not really give a second thought to in life.
I recently discovered my preference of a good tea over coffee when I have gobbled down both all my life.I am not talking about a dhaba tea or the indian chai but a good quality tea leaf brewed well with milk,with or without sugar.It has always been served in my house and yet I never gave it a thought.
At home one really is never hard on choices because one is not stretched or challenged to the limit,I firmly believe the joy of something comes through when one has earned it.Life is very different at home.
The other thing that has surprised me is the taste of fried onions.I was out for lunch where I had ordered fish and chips and there were multiple choices in an add-on side dish,one of them was fried onions.Now who in India eats fried onions as a side dish?Anyways for the want of a better alternative I went for it..and it was fried onion in a batter like our good old onion pakoras but the quality of oil used was better I think,so it tasted pretty good and I did not get a headache after that.
Every week when I go grocery shopping I pick out a multiple pack fries because it is so much more easier to eat it when one is quite short of energy whether at home or at work.Needless to say that the flavour I have zeroed down on are cheese and onions.However,last week I made it a point not to pick the fries and I have lasted a week without them.I am into a bit of experiment.
However onions have become a regular part of my grocery shopping.
I saw a young iranian kid,barely twenty six,newly married, happened to come into the acute care with relentless diarrhoea and vomiting.Apparently had been to Germany where he had a pain in the abdomen was treated for it,did not get better so he had come back to his home of residence .He was pretty scared that he would die and kept asking ,'Am I dying?because I have recently got married.'I felt such compassion in my heart for the kid.
Then there was this lady doctor in a burkha who would keep flashing a very friendly smile to me ,one fine day she walked up to me and asked me,'Are you from Ladakh or Sikkim?'.I was stunned ,I would have thought she was somewhere from the middle east.She was actually from Kashmir.I felt a sense of joy to know that she was from India,but also a niggling sense of deep pain at the situation in the valley,an open wound festering on India's arm that seems to bleed forever and continues to hurt everyone who loves India.
I have a lot of breaks coming up in the next few days before I get into my regular slot.I have been skimming through the holiday brochures to see where I could spend some time,eventually I have zeroed down to spending a short time in Stanton house retreat in Oxford with the Word.
Also got the news that my friend Sheba lost her mother.I have had the joy of meeting her twice in my life and have enjoyed her hospitality.I have always been struck by her quiet,smiling presence.I cannot even begin to fathom what a great loss it must be for the family,though for a short time, for in a blink of an eye our earthly lives are over but we continue our journey onwards in eternity.
My prayer is 'Father please keep us safe by your side till we meet on the other shore'-In Christ's name we ask.
I recently discovered my preference of a good tea over coffee when I have gobbled down both all my life.I am not talking about a dhaba tea or the indian chai but a good quality tea leaf brewed well with milk,with or without sugar.It has always been served in my house and yet I never gave it a thought.
At home one really is never hard on choices because one is not stretched or challenged to the limit,I firmly believe the joy of something comes through when one has earned it.Life is very different at home.
The other thing that has surprised me is the taste of fried onions.I was out for lunch where I had ordered fish and chips and there were multiple choices in an add-on side dish,one of them was fried onions.Now who in India eats fried onions as a side dish?Anyways for the want of a better alternative I went for it..and it was fried onion in a batter like our good old onion pakoras but the quality of oil used was better I think,so it tasted pretty good and I did not get a headache after that.
Every week when I go grocery shopping I pick out a multiple pack fries because it is so much more easier to eat it when one is quite short of energy whether at home or at work.Needless to say that the flavour I have zeroed down on are cheese and onions.However,last week I made it a point not to pick the fries and I have lasted a week without them.I am into a bit of experiment.
However onions have become a regular part of my grocery shopping.
I saw a young iranian kid,barely twenty six,newly married, happened to come into the acute care with relentless diarrhoea and vomiting.Apparently had been to Germany where he had a pain in the abdomen was treated for it,did not get better so he had come back to his home of residence .He was pretty scared that he would die and kept asking ,'Am I dying?because I have recently got married.'I felt such compassion in my heart for the kid.
Then there was this lady doctor in a burkha who would keep flashing a very friendly smile to me ,one fine day she walked up to me and asked me,'Are you from Ladakh or Sikkim?'.I was stunned ,I would have thought she was somewhere from the middle east.She was actually from Kashmir.I felt a sense of joy to know that she was from India,but also a niggling sense of deep pain at the situation in the valley,an open wound festering on India's arm that seems to bleed forever and continues to hurt everyone who loves India.
I have a lot of breaks coming up in the next few days before I get into my regular slot.I have been skimming through the holiday brochures to see where I could spend some time,eventually I have zeroed down to spending a short time in Stanton house retreat in Oxford with the Word.
Also got the news that my friend Sheba lost her mother.I have had the joy of meeting her twice in my life and have enjoyed her hospitality.I have always been struck by her quiet,smiling presence.I cannot even begin to fathom what a great loss it must be for the family,though for a short time, for in a blink of an eye our earthly lives are over but we continue our journey onwards in eternity.
My prayer is 'Father please keep us safe by your side till we meet on the other shore'-In Christ's name we ask.
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