Gratitude

Omnia mors æquat. “Death levels all things.” — Claudianus And so, I take each new day with gratitude.

You turn 34 today! I’ve known you for seventeen of those years. (I’ve known you half your life! :) We’ve been in love, eight. And I’ve been privileged to share my life with you, and walk with you for nearly, six. I cannot imagine life without you. You love crazy movies; (Which you drag me to.) You can engineer anything out of anything. (rain gutters out of old bisleri bottles, window screens out of old packing material.) You fill our home with warmth. (occasionally by burning stuff on the stove, mostly with love and cakes.) You keep me sane. (by reminding me, that all we ever need is love and fresh air.) ...

I lucked out when I met you on Feb 22nd, 1997 at my very first job interview. For all the photos I’ve shot of people, I still don’t have one of yours :) You’ve been my guilty secret :P While my life has been filled with turmoil, for the past fifteen years, you’ve been the one I counted on. You’ve always been my rock! You made sure work was a safe haven and a joy to do. ...

Memento Mori and gratitude! That is all…

“I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.” — Lang Leav, Lullabies

As a kid, I lived in what my relatives called the back of the beyond. Oh, it may be all the rage now, but Thane was a small sleepy town in the 80s. Not that it mattered to me. Home was full of wide open spaces, where we ran and climbed trees and skinned our shins and ran some more. Home was full of lakes and trees. And home was full of bougainvilleas. ...