Under the mango tree, I stood while my mother sat on a worn out plastic chair. I quietly splattered hair dye around her greying locks. While I worked in silence, she chattered endlessly about trivial matters, jumping from one topic to another. I stared at her brown skin revealing the fact that throughout the years, the sun had not been tender towards it.
I realized that my mother is growing old and no amount of hair dye could hide that. In silent reverie, I made an unconscious promise to be kind to her.
The wind intensely and gently blew around. It was as if she was reminding us, that though she is kind she can be fierce too.
Our dogs, Susie and Viola came to join us after awhile. And when all was finished, the ambience felt light and comfortable.
I reveled in the wind, the trees, the chirping of the birds, the sun casting bright lights and at our dogs looking so adorable.
While walking around, I saw what yesterday’s wind had done to our trees.
I also took a selfie with our pandikaki plant and thank God I was not bitten by this tiny creature. (see below)
Also! Indian mangoes are back in season! I’m hoping to eat some in the coming days.
In conclusion, it was a pleasant afternoon that I rarely experience. Emma is at her grandparents’ house so I get to have a little peace and quiet today. I do miss her though.
I just want to capture this moment in a blog post since I seldom spend time outside these days.
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