Vast open skies touching wide green fields on an expansive horizon. Just being present in this vividly diverse universe, where no one place is like another, is a joy to be thankful for.
Scenic spots that mark the countryside, like a perfectly painted scene of the quiet life in places and spaces. Of farmhouses, pubs, churches with tall spires, schoolhouses, barber shops, and sundry other stuff. Newsagents, corner stores, and now even kebab stalls, some which offer ‘kadak chai’ on their menu. This is not India. The world has changed. In and around Reading, a college town, with charm that youth exudes.
Pie Dinner at Sweeney and Todd. A series of B roads, followed by narrowing farm roads bring you to Tylney Hall. One of many road trips to be thankful for. Memories are made of evenings like this. The kind we reminisce about when something familiar comes up, or another trip is being planned.
Grateful that the world is slowly opening up, just in time for the holidays and families are getting together to celebrate.
Thankful for the nice day today with sun out. Thankful for the samosas, paneer pakoras, saag and methi roti- Sweet Memories.
Thankful for good dentists, and grateful to find parking.
Thankful for thermal wear on cold and windy days.
Thankful for water comfortable proof boots, which reminded me of Ecuador. Thankful for the memories of Ecuador.
Thankful for a comfortable bed to sleep on.
Thankful to find so much to be thankful for. Thankful the thankfulness takes away from that which is not pleasant to remember.
Thankful for comfortable walking shoes.
Thankful for looking forward to going to the temple cafeteria.
Thankful for being able to hope I can go for Gurudwara langar.
Thankful that so many do Seva and inspire others. I should too.
Thankful that when I look into the mirror, I see a friend.
Thankful for being able to be thankful. Grateful I can be thankful.
Veenu Banga
12/08/2021
11:10pm.
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