Well, it has been more than 2 years since my last post here. Thanks to my ever busy daughter , I did not have a single second to myself, let alone blogging. She is in the happiest, exciting and wonderful phase of her life ( she is just 3 yrs old!) and seeing her grow up has given me and my husband so much happiness! So no regrets for the long absence here.
A surprise meeting of a good friend – a strong, independent woman triggered some of my happy memories. And I just had to blog about it!
This blog has many posts about my life at Ooty. And those who have read them will surely remember the beautiful little house where I lived . It was a chance meeting between the owner and my husband that led to us live in that house. The owner had her own construction business and she had been living in Ooty, for quite some years, with her teen daughter and a faithful dog, Steffy.
She took up residence on the first floor and we had the ground floor. Owing to her daughter’s studies in Coimbatore, she used to visit Ooty during the weekends. She was a strong-willed, independent and a bold woman. She was such a help to us in many ways and her advice helped us a lot during our stay in Ooty. There were some flaws in her too but then I always saw the better side of a person.
Before she could rent a place in Coimbatore that allowed dogs , she had no other choice but to leave Steffy with us. What happiness it was having that beautiful girl at home! Steffy was an ideal dog. I had my own dog at that time – Shaggy – a wild fella. Steffy and Shaggy got along well but as Steffy was the senior, Shaggy had to be disciplined most of the times. Steffy was a senior ( almost 12 yrs) and Shaggy was a totally unruly kid ( 6 months). Steffy moved silently and gently through the house while Shaggy was like a runaway wheel.Despite the age gap, the two cuddled up together, shared their food and got along well. I had always dreamed of having dogs running in my house and that dream had become real. However, my landlady got a house in Coimbatore and soon Steffy moved down with her.
I missed ‘Steffy-girl’, her welcome home licks. But there was Shaggy to make up for all that. He drowned me with his love. Life was going good when fate intervened. The husband had to move to Coimbatore for a job transfer. We had to move out of ‘ my dear little home’! A good friend agreed to take in Shaggy as we could not bring him down to Coimbatore. That was the end of one happy phase of my life.
We moved down to Coimbatore in May 2012 and soon got busy with each other’s work. Home – office -home- office – that was the monotonous routine. But then we had another wonderful celebration to look forward to, yes I was expecting! Our little princess came to us on July 2013 and from then on life became been super-duper interesting.
Coming to the present – September 2016 :
I was taking my daughter to the play area in our apartment for her regular evening playtime and guess who I met there? My Landlady of the pretty little house! Whatte a surprise!
Although we got along well with her during our stay in Ooty, the relationship became strained over time. ( I have no idea why this happened!) The last day in that house was bitter and the last conversation hurt. That was the last time I saw or spoke to her.
I was totally at a loss of words when I saw her and her daughter after all these years. I was not even sure if she would recognise and talk to me. But I made the first move and spoke to her. It was a very formal talk and it lasted not more than 5 minutes. In that small conversation, I managed to find out that Steffy girl was doing well! But I was flooded with memroies of the ‘ beautiful house’. I am always thankful, grateful to my landlady – the strong, bold woman for being the reason for those happy memories. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason and this sudden surprise meet after so many years may not be just to trigger my memories.Who knows?
Life always springs up surprises when we are least expecting it. I never thought that I would actually live in Ooty! Yeah! Being so near to this hill station, I have traveled many times there just for the summer vacation. I used to get bored with the climate after a day or two. I used to wonder how people managed to live there during the rains and the dreadful winter season. I did not know back then that fate will bring me up here!
It was a job transfer of my husband’s that brought us here. I was thrilled at the idea of living in Ooty in spite of my childhood dislike. We moved into a very uncomfortable house in mid Feb of 2011. Only the hall and the bedroom had some bit of what you can call as ventilation and the rest of the house was always like a dungeon! But it was fine as it was just the two of us there. We were located in an area that had an easy access to all main places in the town. So it was all going good!
Me down with chilblains
I would wake up exactly after midnight with stinging pain in my toes. I felt that my nerves were about to burst open. I would toss about in bed, give a hot water bag massage to the toes but to no effect. The pain never allowed me to sleep and I rushed to the doctor after a month of this agony. She told me very calmly that I had chilblains and gave me medicines that will help reduce the pain. Finally I was able to get a good night’s sleep!
Although it was well into the middle of February, early mornings and nights were extremely cold. We had only one or two sweaters and some light sweatshirts. Those were of very little help. So a trip to the popular woollen store had to be made for I felt it hard to do all the work in such cold conditions, with less warm clothing.
Settling down in Ooty
Summer was such a merry time in Ooty. I had landed a job by then and so both of us were busy in our own ways throughout the week. Weekends were fun as there were so many restaurants to eat out ( How I loved those weekends! ) and the town was always full of activity. I always like to be amidst hustle and bustle, Ooty had this combined with a wonderful climate. After a brief stay of four months in that dungeon-house, we moved into a very beautiful house. It holds a special place in my life and I can never forget those happy days spent there.
Waking up to the busy,continuous chirping of sparrows was my daily routine( Got to dedicate an entire post to those little sparrows!). Looking out, I would find greenery everywhere. If it had rained during the night, then the hills would look as if they had been to a water-service. Oh, I used to be so excited to experience all this.
The timing of our shifting to this new house was perfect, for the monsoons were out in full fury. I was looking forward to my first ever rainy season in Ooty, the one season that i detested and dreaded.Catch up with my experiences on that in my next blog post!