The Day I Stopped Drinking
Milk
You’ve achieved a great deal these 45 years and
the last 22 have been especially fruitful. It is now time to sit back and enjoy
the benefits of your weaning!
To let go J
This past year (academic) and the one to come have
been and will be monumental in all our lives, to say in the least! So many new
things, so different, so strange, so many firsts and a few lasts. The lasts are
forgotten in the anticipation of the new and only remembered so long after they
are gone! (That last glass of milk before I left home.L) Make Shreyas
remember his!
Each glass of milk force fed (like there was any
other way!) stands me in good stead and will last a lifetime (because that was
the kind of supply) wherever I go and will never be forgotten. In any case
there are strong doses on those short visits home – vaccinations perhaps?
Filled to the brim and overflowing many a time,
(rationalisation – empty vessels make more noise?) maybe because that’s just
how it is... cannot be contained or restrained.
Lesson
learnt away from home -
Milk makes your bones stronger and your heart a little
fuller.
Tea
is too weak, coffee too strong.
Pure
and unadulterated milk now that is just right!
You
can’t teach this stuff at home J
It is said that the human body is 60-70% water,
well we are “made of sterner stuff” – Shakespeare. You know what it is! You
wonder why we have extra teeth sprouting all over the place. I’m pretty sure
it’s the extra wisdom combined with the milk that’s showing itself in the form
of my 7th wisdom tooth! Be it the wisdom, be it the milk, I know who
I have to thank for that. The very same person who was there for all the
dentist visits as well J
Alright alright I know I’ve milked this title, courtesy Sudha Murthy, for all
its worth so I will stop with the suggestive metaphors, similes and digs at our
deep rooted love and long association with this purest and most innocent of
beverages.
White
is the colour of my heart,
White
is the colour of my eyes that smart,
White
is the colour of my conscience,
As
I type this rhyming nonsense.
White
is the colour of victory and peace,
White
is the colour of my smile when I say ‘cheese’,
White
is the colour of the paper on which I write,
White
is the colour of my inner might.
White
is the colour of the milk I drink,
Filled
in the glass to the brink,
The
milk that fills me and keeps me grounded,
The
milk that has caused this message to be founded.
I
thank you for all the glasses of milk and more and I hope you know that I am
filled to the brim and unskimmed and true because of you.
On
this 22nd day I hold up a glass (of milkJ) and toast you,
Good
health and life long
May
you stay forever young!
Cheers,
Daughter
of Nandini
Your Loving Calf