I thought it would be a good idea to take the kids to the library this afternoon. Boo loves being out of the house and after her vaccination shots earlier this week I thought it would cheer her up. I got the girls ready once Moo came from school and set off with some snacks and water. In high hopes that I get some free time to read of my own. Or browse around.
What happened was exactly opposite of what I envisaged in my mind. Boo went berserk. She hasn’t been to a library before and started pulling off all the books within her reach in the children’s section. Peeling her away from there I took her to the young reader’s area where Moo was browsing. Boo won’t let Moo look around the books in peace, keeping her foot on top of her sister’s and ‘suggesting’ books to read. I took her away and plonked open a giant picture book for her to see but she only had eyes for her akka and sped to her.
Moo chose four books and we quickly left the building. I don’t know why or how did I get the idea of taking Boo to the library of all places. My subconscious mind needs servicing.
I feel like I am living in a bubble. A giant one at that. Every time I browse social media it’s like reading about a different world all together. The sheer magnitude of the pandemic in its second wave in India is so far from how peacefully we are leading our daily lives. I don’t feel like talking about my everyday mundane life. Just not feeling like it. Please hug your loved ones and say an extra prayer for all those who are battling out there.
While looking for something, I chanced upon a set of diaries I had stacked inside a drawer. Moo has a habit of scribbling her name on the first page of every diary/ notepad she sees since she learnt to write and then give it back to me. I don’t know what joy she gets out of it. If she is in a good mood she will use the first two or three pages and forget all about ‘owning a new diary’. I have close to ten such diaries over the past years that I can’t get rid off. I value stationery and every unused page makes me feel privileged.
Set behind those diaries I found the only ever journal entry I had ever made in my entire life. I had received a daily journal for the new year as a secret Santa gift at work in 2016. And I wanted to put it into good use. I did miss a few pages here and there but for most part of it, it has chronicled my daily life as it happened in 2017. At the time of making entries I used to think it’s a mundane task, I remember I used to jot down as soon as I was out of bath, before I made headway into the kitchen at 5:30am. And it’s not even free from, just simple bullets on what happened during the day.
I flicked to April entries and read what happened four years ago. And I was transported into those sights and smells and emotions. Life is strange – it keeps moving ahead yet feels it is standstill in some aspects. Nothing changes yet everything does. I had a smile on my lips while reading the journal when Moo asked what was I doing perched on a stool and reading something ( I was searching something, remember? ). I replied I was putting away some diaries and checking if it’s new or used. She bought it and went away. I am suspecting she was hungry.
And then another thought flashed by me – someday she might read this journal, and if she did, could she possibly imagine what a scene it must have been when the journal entry said ‘Huge tantrum by kid on the way to daycare, both of us in tears, missed my train and got late to work’. Probably her reaction will depend on her age I guess 😆