Weaving Tapestries, Painting Pictures, Dreaming Dreams

It is one of those moments of pure peace and even bliss, the best of family life. It is Friday evening here in Kuwait, the week-end. Husband and daughter are home and relaxed. We are all relaxed, the weather is a bit dull so there is no pressure on making the most of good weather and going out. We sit around the television without pressure. We are all watching the documentary ‘Oceans’ on TV. We are all lovers of nature and fans of documentaries on Nature.
I am sitting on the sofa next to my husband’s armchair, with my laptop on my lap reading blogs and commenting. My husband has a plate of black seedless grapes in front of him. Every so often I take my left hand off the keyboard and reach out with palm upwards, towards my husband, still looking at my screen. Husband wordlessly puts a grape in it. I keep holding out my hand, one more grape follows, then another. This goes on, I stuff my mouth with the grapes and bite, letting their sweetness bursts inside and flood my mouth. There are no seeds to disturb the pleasure. I replenish constantly. This goes on till hubby in an attention seeking moment, puts a bit of empty stem on my hand and I raise my eyes questioningly. It is a moment of connection on a simple yet deep level. After that I reach out my hand not for the grapes but to touch his or squeeze it now and then. We are in our worlds, yet connected.
Every so often I also take my eyes off the laptop screen and look at the TV and pass a comment or two. There is a creature moving in a funny way, I say OMG it looks like it is waddling. My Daughter bursts out laughing. A walrus swims in sometime later, his moustaches make him look human, we can think of men who have moustaches like that.
The documentary is now over so are most of the grapes. Husband has left to run an errand, daughter is back in her room. I sit here alone, with the TV switched off, still trying to document a moment, which is now in the past. The rumpled cushions and the remnants of the grapes, mutely give witness to the moment of happy family life. The pleasure lingers in the tranquility in the air.
In the flurries of daily activity, in the days of pressures, frustrations, demands of work and every kind of distraction of daily living, these are moments to be treasured and remembered.

Read Full Post »