Waking up in a tent

The cold air snaking its way into the tent, and into my sleeping bag, woke me up.  Exposed parts of my body, namely my face and hands, were like distant relatives – they were there, but I did not really feel any attachment to them.  I reluctantly got out of the sleeping bag, put on my glasses, and opened the little flap in the tent that let me look out on the outside world, without presumably losing the warmth and coziness of the tent.

The campground residents were mostly up and about – announcing their presence through the clatter of their pots and pans as they went about making their morning coffee. I could see a few wisps of smoke from here and there – people trying to get their frozen appendages back into working versions by warming them against the fire. Well –  maybe I should get back into the warmth of my sleeping bag, I thought, it does not seem particularly inviting out there.

A rather loud, raucous call startled me out of my morning state of sub-consciousness. From my horizontal position peering out of the tent, I look around to see what bird has, instead of gently helping me usher in my morning with soft trilling notes, crashed in with such obvious lack of musical talent.

On the fir tree next to the tent, I saw the disgrace to the bird kingdom, perched on one of the branches. What it lacked in vocal abilities, it made up for in the brilliance of its colors. With feathers a vivid cobalt blue, the bird was easy to spot –  it also helped that the creature was not shy at all. The bird, which I identified to be a type of jay common in this part of Western Washington, looked at me head slightly askance, as if quizzing me about a particularly hard topic that it was very sure I knew nothing about. Presently, satisfied that I was incapable of coming up with a coherent answer to whatever it was it wanted to know, it hopped off to another branch, in better pursuits, namely, the finding of its daily victuals in the form of worms and insects that lived in the crannies of the trees.

I watched it as it hopped systematically from branch to branch, starting from the ground, and working its way up to the top of the tree. Hop, hop, hop it went, circling the tree from branch to branch, stopping once in a while to peck at its morning breakfast, until finally I could no longer spot its cobalt blue through the sparse leaves of the fir tree on which it was perched.

Maybe I should follow the jay’s example, I thought, as I sneaked my hands into my husband’s sleeping bag and placed my freezing hands onto his back. What better way to start the day, than with a start?




Now that we have decided to move back to India

 When Appapappa and I moved here 3 years back it was always with the understanding that this was a temporary move – and we’d like to finally go back to India. 


Things have aligned and worked out etc etc.. and we are making the move. We’re both so happy to have made this decision. We have been wrestling with it for a long time –  its difficult to get rid of the ennui and the easy ( really?) life. Things go on, and one gets into a state of laziness that is difficult to shake off. But I think we knew that we would be making this move sooner or later – and a lot of our decisions were based on that. The decision to go for my delivery in Guwahati, for example. So finally, here we are .. moving back to India after spending 3 years in the USA.



I have to share here the table i drew up ( yes, yes, this is what I do for a living, pros and cons and for decision making, so why not try it out with decisions I am making about my life?? ). And hence the decision.




PROS of being in India

CONS of being in India

What I call “living with the family” – things like helping Kashi moha with Pinku’s admissions, being there for everything if and when the little sis gets married, being there for Dicky’s thread ceremony, taking Mama to the docs for her check-up etc. etc. Living in India will mean we can do all of these to a large extent.

Tougher day to day living – maid did not come, water problems, heat & dust flights cancelled, bag stolen, etc etc.

Appa and I can spend more time with each other  doing things we like to do together – because once in a while there will be somebody to take care of N – how nice – positively looking forward to this J

Work environment is different – even in a company like microsoft. But we had worked there before, so we know what we are getting into.

Appa can follow dreams of starting own company – more secure with family around.

Hikes, treks, mountains, lakes , parks – waaah.. I will miss this . .sob sob..

We can start getting settled in one place for a while – being part of a community, having neighbours, all of that. Having a place where N can say she has grown up.

Seeing the world – some parts of the world become inaccessible – Europe becomes expensive, so is Africa, probably even South America. Can travel more of Asia maybe. On the other hand, probably can do more adventurous stuff – since N can be taken care of by family. – net net, not so bad I think.

I will miss the Pacific North-West

The posts are short these days, and I am making do with pictures.  My left hand is in a cast – yes, I did it again. For the third time, I’ve broken my hand – friends and the little sis are saying – ho hum, so whats new?

So anyway, when one has a hand and a half to type with, one gets economical with words.

Wanted to post about the wonderful Birthday outing we had for Appapappa’s birthday ( that was on 13th). We went to this cabin near Mt St Helens ( yes, the very same volcano that erupted sometime in the 80’s and killed a number of campers and hikers). The cabin is in this EcoPark , set in meadows a little distance feom the volcano.  We hiked a bit, lazed around a bit, read a bit – all the makings of a nice weekend trip. I was reading, very appropriately, “Walden” – by Henry D. Thoreau. If you’ve read the book, you know what i am talking about. If not, check WIki…

Here are the pics of the volcano, N horsing about in the cabin, and appa grinning foolishly.