The last day in uniform

Today is the last day as an Airforce officer's wife. This is an emotional moment for us as Sunil is hanging his uniform today. It has been nearly 23 years of association nonetheless a fraternity in which I have had a beautiful journey with him for 20 yrs. A roller coaster ride filled with ups and downs that have instilled discipline, dedication and patience. Now to see us as faujis this last day and civilians the next morning is going to take us a while to adjust. Nonetheless we are happy to embrace what life has to offer and cherish and respect all that we have received.
We thank all our Air Warriors who are our extended family for all the support, the trust you have bestowed upon Sunil and me. Our officer wives to have played a major role in supporting me is all our endeavours all these years is commendable. I am proud to be a part of Afwwa which has taught me so many things ...I am short of words to
express. Our seniors who we have looked upon as our guardian angles who have helped and supported as we stumbled along the way, I can never forget the blue rimmed homes no matter what condition we were always happy in it and may not feel the same even if we were offered a beautiful house outside, unparalleled the least to mention. The campus a disciplinary  lifestyle maintained with norms to adhere to ....😃 reminding me much of my boarding school. The open space all around us. We sure shall miss it all!!....How I  wish to continue this way but the time has come to say goodbye. We shall miss the Indian Airforce family. Keep in touch like you always have.
All the very best👍

TOUCH THE SKY WITH GLORY! JAI HIND!

Father

He stood lean and tall as I looked up my towering father, i was tugging at his stylish bell bottom pants as he was putting up with my tantrums.
It is late night and, this is when work begins. The workers are busy with erecting the pole ads, while my father is amidst a conversation bagging a business deal. A tall, lean and fair complexioned man with a dark mustache and thick hair extended to form long sideburns complementing his jawline, and looking at his hazel coloured eyes that held the manipulations of the conversation that ment gibberish to me. His hands strong yet tender which covered most of my face that kept passifying my pattern of irresolute behaviour to which I did not succumb. I kept asking myself ' Does this always have to happen during late nights?' The nocturnal visit being a prerequisite much observed by me ever since I started realising things around me and got a hold of myself in connecting with the real world. I stood still pondering over the complexity of the repeated work. I knew that my father had a tough business that he pursued with driven doggedness for the love of his work. I had to hang around for quite sometime aimlessly! How boring could this get? Now i stood by his side, dazed building castles in the air, wishing for a night filled with the magic of joy rides and fairytales gowns, draped in the iridicent flowing fabric and the head gear to be an emblished golden crown, with swinging the magic wand around for magical moments to surrender. Looking up to the universe lay a dark blanket, bedazzled with sparky stars which I want to pluck off the cimmerian sky, i stood painting a picture of my own and then all of a sudden....
loud laughters of both men shook me up from my fantasy world to mother Earth. I promised myself not to give up. There I stood tenaciously clinging on to my father and thought of behaving myself for I was there with a purpose. I whiled away an hour munching goodies and sipping onto my favourite drink goldspot, while my father finished his last minute fixes.
Now the time was near.. excitement was reeling in my tummy as I jumped up and ran towards our car followed by my father.
We sat in the car and my keen eyes stared at him and, from his gestures I gathered that he seemed preoccupied nonetheless,   he knew that he had to fulfill his promise for which I had been waiting this long! He pulled out his wallet and asked me to close my eyes...and just the thought of it tickled me bringing out bursts of laughter due to sheer excitement.
To my surprise, I was rewarded with a 10 rupee! much more than I ever expected! 'Thank you papa!' I yelled!
It might have not been little then,but the purity in simplicity and happiness in little things we do or achieve with simplicity adorning our live styles is what is important.
The veracity of our bygone age can never come back but its memories are refreshed to strengthen and swell with the everlasting memoirs in our treasury, refreshing the moments that we live in.

Mother

My chest swells with pride as i think about my mother. The unconditional love and care that I receive is spellbinding that of a feeling which will remain forever. Half German and half Indian. A short lady, fair complexioned with a bob hair cut and tinted hues of burgundy red complementing her persona. Having a quaint sense of humor and adorns a benign smile behind which lies an entity of humorous yet stern qualities. Yes my mother who reigns my pillar of  strength. A marvellous teacher in spoken English with much wit to her spontaneity with speech describes her best. She is an independent, self sufficient lady who shares her rooftop with none but herself.
She has been one patient mom who has been surfing the tides of milestones to adolescence with us and not that she was protective but, watchful while maneuvering us through the right path. I recall mom saying, 'never lie to your parents instead concede to the facts so that your parents can guide you'. Now I seem to be repeating history. All the milestones my mom took us through but seldom did we realise her selfless love , kind gestures , those repeated sentences which she believed would hit us one fine day. Better late than never! Yes it did. Thus I find  myself reiterating the same with much expectation but in vain . Is this  going to be tough for moms like us? I guess i am left with to stew my own juice! which assuages my mom's despair, this being one reassuring factor for her. Blimey!

Then comes a time where we alternate places and I now sit by her side doing what she did, recapturing every moment. Now I feel completely connected, a bond that seems complete. The juxtaposition of a mother and daughter relationship much fussed upon is a deluding fib. I will finally be alternating places with my mom where in, I shall bestow upon her a magical leisure assortment package with a garuntee of a lifetime.

Back in times

I seldom melancholy, wishing for an anticlockwise ticking to take place, where I relive the pace with each second growing younger powered with effervescence and vigour to create a picture of my own.
                  I  Sit by the windowsill with a hot cup of tea, my vision veiled and surrounded  by the foggy morning and the spell of cold  striking my nerves. All this for just a wave of the hands and a smile on their face; determined each morning on knowing the monotony that I have in store, I wait with aspiration to reconnect  with my girls . 
               My head feels heavy with the perpetual thought of what my girls may think of me being an intransigent mother, who is lackadaisical in approach , on the other hand they know of my unpredictable ailments but fancy not knowing of it and sporting a mask in pretence! The duality of strong and  emotional qualities that they possess and, the only ones to tug at my heartstrings, and on Letting this moment freeze !
               All I want is the best for them, the smile on their faces that embraces their
laughter, the burst of their exuberance reaching out for more, the mystifying incessant  tales under the  cimmerian pillow, their barbies and hair bands with which I want to play with reminiscing my childhood days. As I see them growing and realise something inherent slipping out of hand but, obvious and inevitable. I observe  myself  and strike to comphrend that every milestone, (nonetheless seeming better than the prior) will be cherished.I realise that as mothers we wish for them to grow faster and when time passes by we out of the blue realise that this is not right! Thus behold every moment with them. Never know when they might just have to leave.Just when... I realised i have forgotton about the milk on the stove ; an odor permeating into the flavor of the air stupefies me...

             Then,  swept by my zealous pace i reach towards the kitchen  just to see the milk over spill! an auspicious moment  in  Indian mythology and,the clincher for a new begining of a new day.

colours

Colors! What more can i ask for. The tricolors  emerged to form new colors with numerable tints and shades. The colors that I have always experimented with to enhance the embodied silhouette of a lady. Nothing more powerful and exuberant than what I sketch this day with hues of pink,black and blue. Her skin tone hints subtly , from beneath the black dress completing the entire look for the evening.
Yes! The evening dress designed by me . A Fashion Designer by profession and a Graphic Designer to play with color content. The typography only being played by the royal blue and white colors, giving  the whole conventional photography a new edge in this era of color radiance. The color pallete being my favorite, which enables me to keep adding  myriad hues to a never ending story board.
Imagine the world to be colourless seems like vector to me , i fill in the colours to view this beautifully created world with such polychromatism. The opulency of every colour encouraging my pellucid painting, I offer colors on my iridescent  palette so come along and help me paint our world beautiful and strong.