blessings

It’s been quite sometime that I have posted here. At present, I am at home…home as in hometown, Gangtok. Getting to be with my folks after quite sometime draws me away from the computer. As I am putting this up, bright sunlight is streaming through the windows. I love this room. It’s actually my father’s office at home. It’s got wide windows with no curtains…I love it this way...brings an antiquated atmosphere with the woodwork and all. Some few years back my mother had brought Jerusalem berry from her hometown and right now, that plant has those delicious looking crimson-colored berries abundantly. This plant brightens up the whole room.
As I look out from the window, I see houses dotted unevenly along the lush green mountains. It’s strange when I see it now and realize how much I had missed seeing all these while in the plains… The juicy corns are almost ripe and yesterday I got a bag full of plums from my cousin’s place…some minutes walk from my place. The flowers too are in full bloom. I can see from my seat here the blue-colored hydrangea and the colorful geraniums. And yes, how can I forget passion fruit and the sour grapes that adorn the gates of my home. I wonder who came up with the name “passion fruit”…seems funny when one hears it’s name for the first time.
While I was in my college hostel, I had broken one of those huge windows in my room and not wanting to see the glass being wasted, I had done some glass painting on it. I’ve got to say, it looks kinda crude. A modern art sort of thing ;) …I had got that glass home when I finished college and had left it there in my room which looked like a store room then with all my bags and luggage and junk stuff which I did not want to part with. When I came home this time, my mother had put up that piece of junk in my father’s office. Now this was funny…I wonder how my father reacted when he first saw that piece of broken glass with some crude drawings on it…makes me smile.
I have so many blessings to count that I simply just cannot start counting since it’s never going to stop. However, just one minor set-back, and am there…forgetting what life’s offered me so far. But then again, now I end up seeing the glass half-full and a belief that after every sunset there’s a sunrise. Sunset’s got a charm of it’s own…so I do not want to miss the sunset either…