Projapoti Musings

When I recall my childhood years, I remember eagerly waiting for school to end, and summer vacation to begin.  Summer vacation meant two months at my mother's ancestral home in Bihar, in the eastern part of India. Summer vacation signaled endless, aimless hours, where no school or homework intruded. Summer allowed a loosening of the rigid rules and regulations that bound our lives during the school term. Summer was the season to devour lots of sweet, juicy mangoes. I looked forward to those idyllic times we spent in the three-storied house owned by my maternal grandfather and grandmother ( Dadu  and  Didima  in Bengali), where a gaggle of aunts and uncles and cousins would gather for the summer. We had to travel by train for nearly 2-3 days (depending on where we lived -in Delhi or near Bangalore) to my grandparents' house. Even though I was impatient to get to our destination, the chugging rhythm of the train soothed me. At night, the rhythmic movement of t...

Welcome to my bIog.  I had to find an appropriate title for my blog. I wondered what it should be. I wanted a name that would reflect my myriad interests and passions  --reading books, writing, cooking, travel, making bead jewelry, fashion, gardening, architecture, interior decoration, etc.     Hmm....melding my native language, Bengali and my adoptive language, English --seemed most appropriate. Like a butterfly [" Projapoti" means " butterfly"  in Bengali], I flit from one topic of interest to the next, thus my musings are mish-mash of my thoughts from one moment to the next.