Aah! for some refreshment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ3uhnByS1k

Rain drops  and roses and whiskers and  kitten,

Blue satin ribbons and warm woollen mittens

These are a few of my favourite things

The sleeping murder is about a woman who remembers seeing a murder when she was about 2yrs, she did not remember who, and did not remember anything else  of course through the book Ms.Marple solves the mystery. It need not be just a bad memory simple things can bring a smile on the face.

Like my little cousin Rohini she actually not little anymore. She is handling her own three year old son with aplomb, and he is prancing around,”amma, mazza ” that amma its fun for they have decided to go out to the kids park.  This  indulgent mother once could never say enjoy without raising her thumb, and pretending to guzzle a bottle of coke.

She would say, “Ayabbha, fresh aaytu”  within an exaggerated gesture of being refreshed. For me a combination of fine tea, enchanting objects and soothing surroundings exert a therapeutic effect washing away the corrosive strains and stress of modern life. It induces a feel of being spiritually refreshed and produces a genial state of mind.  Of course if I have to make the fine tea myself then I would quietly  open a can of cold ginger ale or coke to experience that feeling of being invigorated .

Imagine, being exhausted emotionally or intellectually the best pick up then is cold glass of coke, a plate of French fries, and to read… it could be anything.. Even a mundane Barbara Cartland, is to enter another world, which is not my own, and come back refreshed, energized, cleansed ready to bear with equanimity the injustices and frustrations of this one. Reading is a balm, amusement—not incitement

Then there is the exhaustion of a solution that fails to appear…. the feel of success being just round the corner, the corner…. the best way out would be to rest a while, maybe have a nap. .. Like the early morning frost, this intellectual refreshment withers the parasitic and nasty vegetation that smothers the good seed. Busting forth at last is the flower of truth.  I know this sounds so tedious and profound when I can sum up  a good refreshing break a nap followed by a strong aromatic, south Indian kapi. One is charged enough to take on the Nazi’s.

But being refreshed can come from so many ways,  to give us fresh strength or energy.  Like my memory of Rohini, memories and people are like the waves of ocean, some cover us with tides of refreshment whilst others can drown you in floods of turmoil.

But sometimes it is just sitting in silence with an old friend and sharing a cold coke, since beer now means calories.

“A snail will never take a plunge in a river to find refreshment; I am refreshed wherever I am located for my source is Elshaddai…”
― Bayode Ojo, Petals Around The Rose