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The particle nature of love!

Friday was a day of adrenalin rushes for me. The whole day at school was spent in a frenzy of anticipation and impatience. By 3 I had given up on attempting to get any work done. Why you ask me..There was a Sikkil Gurucharan concert in town that evening and being an arrrrrdent fan , I had bulldozed S into driving me some 30 mins away from campus for it. To be fair to him he also showed some mild interest in wanting to attend My friend U and I had fervently “sited” SGC all through our college years. I love his voice and from what little I know of Carnatic music I think he is very good! So back to story..It had been almost 10 months since I heard a kutcheri of the live variety and not something off a CD or Youtube. So obviously I was thrilled to bits about sinking myself in the bliss that is SGC’s music. By 5:30 I completely gave up on work and left to spruce up for the concert. On reaching home I found a box from USPS outside my house.

The moment I registered what it was I immediately made the correlation to the stuff my mom had sent me through Kindu. I definitely wasn’t expecting it that evening considering Kindu’s promptness in mailing stuff. To be fair to her, I broke her record mailing things out the last time I came back from India. The thrill that I felt with the realisation of what was inside made me behave like a five year old. I rushed inside and immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and started ripping the box apart. I was like a kid let loose in candy land. Inside were several thoughtful, wonderful and I must say tatseful gifts. I got a lovely puff sleeved cotton blouse in skyblue from Cotton World. Thanks Perima and Kindu! My mom had also sent me four very simple yet chic tops/shirts for summer use. But the best of the loot was a pretty pretty handbag in jute with ethnic prints in brick red. Thanks Amma! I spent the rest of the evening declaring “my mom is so cool” to S and R who accompanied me to the concert. The love with which my family thoughtfully sent me gifts sent me to euphoria. Sure I bugged my mom to send me a “surprise”. But the willingness with which she complied is sweet. I went to the concert that day in my nice moss green silk kurti (a gift from my athai in a previous package!), my funky target chappals and carrying my new jute bag. I don’t consider myself too much of a materialistic person. In fact my mother claims it is very easy to please me. More than the gifts, The thought behind it was more important for me. I spent the rest of the evening floating a few inches above ground level buoyed by all the love and wonderful music that god has directed towards me!

P.S The concert was wonderful and I hope to make a separate post of it soon. I’m currently drowned with work in preparation for a conference presentation next month and a couple of proposal deadlines next week. (Yes I clearly must be writing them now instead of blogging but escapism is my biggest sin !).

P.P.S The title needs explaining. The particle nature of love - It comes in packets from home

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