Dear Readers,
Welcome to the fourth week of the #Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 2021. My theme this year is based on the Japanese concept of Ichigo Ichie which means--"What we are experiencing right now will never happen again. And therefore, we must value each moment like a beautiful treasure."
I've put together a collage of such moments which can be seen as chance occurrences, coincidences, pre-destined or random (depending on who you ask) for this month's challenge.
I hope you'll enjoy being here.
Thank you.
Arti
Under the subheading , 'A tool for Conscious Magic',
the authors of The book of Ichigo Ichie write:
Some people experience many meaningful coincidences while others seem immune to them. Why? This depends essentially on attention.
The subtle messages sent to us by chance are a tool for conscious magic that we can develop in various ways:
like...
Paying more attention to what happens around us:
Meetings with others, conversations, books, movies... synchronicity is often hidden in everyday details.
Continued from yesterday's post: Planters' Club
According to The Telegraph India Online, Planters' Club was originally called Darjeeling Club and it "used to function from a place called Thorn Cottage. In 1097, it became Darjeeling Club Ltd. and shifted to the building from where it runs now."
After relishing a couple of cups of fragrant Darjeeling tea while admiring the silver and gold peaks of Kanchenjunga from the balcony, we set out to explore Darjeeling. Of course, we'd made our dinner choices known to the staff at breakfast. Sadly, bread and butter pudding wasn't on the menu that night.
Wherever the British (during colonial days) made homes in India, bakeries emerged. My hometown, Dehradun, is famous for its rusks and sticky jaw toffee. Darjeeling has many famous bakeries, too.
On our way to town, we passed a beautiful bakery near the club which had mouth-watering cakes and bakes on display in the window. We had just eaten breakfast, so, we carried on without indulging.
After dinner that night, our second night at the club, we ventured into the bar.
I remember stepping inside a quaint room sprinkled with old world memorabilia. Its exact details fail me but the feeling of being surrounded by history and dark drapes emerges as I try to go back in time to write this post.
I was a fresh lime soda girl back then. The husband loved his beer. He still does. He quaffed a few that evening.
The only other people at the bar were a group of four Europeans.
Somehow, we all got talking. They were Tim (English) and his wife, Erica (Dutch) and Erica's parents who were visiting them. Tim and Erica were based in Calcutta.
The husband and I had a super early start the next morning as we had decided to go to Tiger Hill to watch the sun rise over the peaks. So, after a couple of drinks, we bid our new friends good night and left.
Next afternoon, we bumped into Tim and Erica again.
Like us, they were headed to Gangtok the following morning.
'Why don't we share the jeep?" Tim suggested.
Super! we thought. By now we'd become very fond of them. And they seem to like our company, too.
The fact that Erica kept referring to her father as a mountain goat endeared him to me. And her father's prowess with beer chasers at the bar had impressed the husband no end.
Early next morning, packed and loaded, the six of us settled into the jeep we had hired with a driver to take us all to Gangtok, the capital city of Sikkim.
The drive through lush green tea gardens was what dreams are made of. Acre after acre of tea plantations looked like a giant's bonsai collection spread out on either side of the curvy road.
Someone decided it was time to stop for a break.
I was at the back of the jeep. So, I wasn't privy to plans being hatched among the others up in front. When a suitable spot was spotted, we stopped, got off the jeep, stretched our legs and claimed a spot to spread out a picnic by the roadside.
From a magical world, Erica's mother conjured up a white cardboard box which was filled with all the baked goodies we'd been admiring in the bakery the previous morning. Yes, if you're reading this and drooling and wondering about our luck. Trust me, I'm with you as I recall that wonderful picnic in the middle of nowhere. Without our knowledge, they had packed generous portions of deliciousness for us. The gods of full bellies and tasty treats were on our side, for sure.
We sat there for a long time, by the roadside, enjoying our picnic among tea bushes, munching apples, exchanging life stories and clicking photos.
Erica used the phrase 'our children' a couple of times that day. She mentioned how they'd gone camping with 'their children' once and how they'd love to explore these hills with 'their children' next time they come to Darjeeling.
I was taken by surprise as I didn't think they had any children. They looked too young to have children old enough to be left home alone while they enjoyed a holiday! I was confused.
"How many children do you have?" I asked.
"Nine." Erica smiled.
And then she told me about 'her children'. Erica and Tim were referring to street children they were working with in Calcutta.
You can find out more about their work here: Future Hope
We've lost touch with them. We moved cities and then countries. And only now, when I was reminded of our trip (for the sake of this challenge) did I find out just how big and wonderful Tim and Erica's family has become.
I'll be sharing this post with them. Will keep you posted if I hear back from them.
In the meantime, here are two photos taken at the picnic on 29th February, 1996.
From left: Erica, her parents, Ashish (aka the husband) and me.
Our paths will cross once more in Gangtok. That story is for another day:)
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What's your favourite picnic memory, or a favourite picnic spot?
You know I'd love to hear, if you'd like to share.
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