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Aboveground and Belowground

I’m currently reading a book called “What you are looking for is in the library” by Michiko Aoyama, originally written in Japanese and translated into English by Alison Watts.

I picked this book up from my university library, and based on my pattern over the last three semesters—where I ended up returning non-graphical novels after reading no more than 30 pages—I thought this time would be no different. But boy was I so wrong this time! I’m not sure what it is about this book—is it the nonchalant manner of the prose, the comfortably inviting plot, the ease of following the translation without frequent distractions, or the fact that it arrived at the perfect moment making it astonishingly relatable? Whatever the reason, I cannot put it down.

I’m already 141 pages in, which makes me a bit proud, as it has been a very long time since I’ve read a non-picture book this quickly. Was it the stress of university coursework that previously bogged me down from committing to non-academic books? Was it being busy with life in a new country, not feeling the loneliness that often draws me to the world of words? Or was it simply my inability to keep focused on books for long, always distracted by my phone and social media?

I don’t have answers to any of these questions at the moment, but one thing is certain: this book has made me pause and introspect, prompting me to read with complete attention. Further, it has inspired me to write this piece on my blog, which has remained barren for countless days.

I had initially thought to write this piece after finishing the book, to avoid getting ahead of myself and to reserve my judgment. However, something in the book prompted me to start writing now. That “something” was the two words in the title of this writing—”aboveground” and “belowground.” These words are initially used to describe the anatomy of a plant in a book within the book I’m reading, but the protagonist later uses them metaphorically in terms of his career aspirations. The author introduces the phrase “parallel career” and makes a comparison, illustrating how two careers can flourish together, parallel to each other. The aboveground parts—stem, leaves, flowers/fruits—are as vital to the plant as the belowground roots, which we only tend to notice when they offer us something, like carrots or potatoes. Yet, to the plant, the roots are crucial, much like how a parallel career path enables some people to thrive.

I like how the characters in the book are separate individuals but are still somehow connected, through the librarian – Sayuri Komachi. This book is heartwarming and cozy, a perfect pick for someone like me who needs to destress in the midst of wrapping up a thesis completely unrelated to the world of literature!

– Suri

My Melody

The melody of your voice, has always been a little too dear to me. I held onto it like Scrat from the Ice Age held onto his acron, at times a bit too possessively and at other times, obsessively. I feared that if I didn’t hold it tight in my grip, I might lose it forever. So much that it did not occur to me to relish it in the present, just as Scrat. I kept on pursuing it, holding it close, but doing nothing else to ensure its safety.

Until there came a time when I started living life afresh, experiencing new things, things I never imagined I would ever be able to do, like moving seven oceans across, to a completely new land. I actively grew more engaged in changing how I would deal with certain emotions. Before I knew it, I had stopped thinking about you altogether. The new environment had a lot to contribute for it.

The other day, while rummaging through an old, dusty pile of e-mails, I accidently stumbled upon your voice recordings. That crisp, croaky sound gave me company for a good full day. While I was nearly going back to forgetting your voice, the following week, I came across a couple more of these recordings. These ones, probably the last of the lot that I still possess, took me back half a decade down the memory lane.

Its funny how such minute long vocals of vibrations confined in your recording devices can affect your mood, your emotions. How subtly can they give you goose bumps before you even realize it. How they can cause these tiny little droplets of salty water traverse the path down your lower eyelids, through your round, bumpy cheeks, then steeply down your jaws, and then jump down on your clothes making them moist.

It makes me wonder if you too ever find such broken pieces of our memories and if you take some time out to dwell on them a little, and try to fit those pieces together along with the salty water doubling up as glue. If you too cherish the times, while listening to the same old songs that we both loved listening to. If you too would want to go back to those moments and live in the melody of our love, if only for a few more minutes?

– Suri

Quarantine Musings #13

So finally, the rains have arrived in Mumbai! Of course they were here even before, but what are rains without a ‘heavy rainfall orange/ red alert’ or without news of waterlogging in the city?

I had to go outside yesterday, to buy essentials, amidst the rains. It was raining cats and dogs! It was fun though – to go outside after a long while and even more fun to feel the rain falling on you. I’ve always liked the rains (without the thundering, of course).

But one thing became quite clear to me, rains and face masks don’t go well together; unless you’re carrying an umbrella – which I wasn’t. I had a raincoat on and so my mask was completely drenched with rainwater by the time I returned home.

I haven’t traveled outside a 2 km (about 1.3 miles) radius since mid March due to the lockdown restrictions. When was the last time you traveled a farther distance other than for the usual ‘grocery shopping’?

— Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Quarantine Musings #5

It’s funny but I’m amazed at how I can still recognise people well, in spite of half their faces being covered by masks.

But what’s peculiar is that I’ve realized it only now, how much I have relied on the lip movements of others, to understand when I miss a word or two while listening.

Now that those lips are hidden under the masks, the only other thing we can expect is to speak louder and clearer.

— Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Quarantine Musings #3

Oh look who visited me after a long, long time the other day! I wonder if he read my recent post: Quarantine Musings #1. He even stayed on my window a good 20 minutes or so, as if to ask my whereabouts during these times. I forgave him for not visiting me earlier (hahaha!) and also fed him a morsel of rice and a piece of chapati.

— Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Quarantine Musings #2

Some state, “You’re lucky”,

But I feel that sometimes, we’re just in the right place at the right time;

When we trust the process, nature gives its fruits.

Yes, there are risks and obstacles,

But in the end – You. Live. Your. Life. Completely!

With the pains, struggles, hardwork

And with love, confidence, persistence;

We grow, and grow and grow-

Till we become invincible.

— Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Quarantine Musings #1

Birds still sing the same song – everyday – at the same time.
I wonder if they even miss us?

– Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Waiting For a Rainy Day

Sitting quietly by the windowsill, I was watching the colony of tiny ants, patiently carrying cubes of sugar, lining up in a queue and walking slow but steady. My eyes follow their path down from the windowsill through the curvy pipes and then straight into the grass. The grass is fresh but in need of water. I went inside to grab a jug of water. As I was pouring water into the potted plants, I broke a sweat. I had hardly done any work! Yet the heat of summers along with the humidity in Mumbai is enough to be soaked in sweat within minutes.

I was longing for the rain. We all do it, right? Towards the end of summers, when the degrees soar up insanely, we all know who to wait for. Especially in Mumbai, where winters are dull and summers are hot, our only saviour is the rain. That’s the one thing which we have in abundance!

It’s quiet tonight. Rains have already arrived in the southern parts of India, slowing traversing it’s way upwards. The thought of rain excites me. Of course, I’m not fond of the thunder which follows the rain.

Our relatives from countryside have already notified us about the arrival of rain at their place. It’s so close now. I can totally feel it. It was breezy some time ago but now it’s even more windy. And it’s considerably cooler now. Signs of rain. It’s night time, so I cannot actually see the clouds clearly, but I’m sure it’s cloudy as no star is visible.

I hope it rains tonight. I hope it lowers the temperature.

Dear Rainy Day,

I’m Waiting In Anticipation. Come Soon.

Yours Truly,

Suri

– Suri

Indecisiveness

Sometimes, a blank page is all you see. You hold a pen in your hand, thinking about things to say, things to write, things to do; but nothing clicks. Or maybe it does click at times, but your hand doesn’t consider it worthy enough to let the thought flow in the form of ink through your pen.

You have in your hand scores of pressing issues to be solved as soon as possible, personal issues, issues requiring only your personal opinion. Yet, you somehow manage to find silly excuses to postpone it, you rely on other so-called important tasks at hand, to ignore the really important issues.

But procrastination isn’t the solution. Sooner or later, we have to face it, we need to face it, before it’s too late to act upon. But when? But how?

– Suri

#FlashbackFriday

When the old thoughts creep back in
and you feel cold underneath your skin

When the old days flash right through
and you think that it’s the midnight’s blue

When you start to run quicker and faster
but time catches you swifter and sooner

When your memory’s a blurry, crumbled picture
with a tiny bit of frown and a bit of smile, a dash of tears but sprinkles of hope!

Pause. Stay. Stop. And breath…
do not fall prey to the past’s agonizing bond.
But ‘begone!’ you yell out loud to it’s face
for only then will it shiver and abscond.


– Suri

P.S.: Poetry after sooo long, yaayy! Comment and let me know what do you feel about this poem. Did you like it? 😀