Why time pass is more important than replying to mails

To an increasingly large number of people out there, (and this is especially true of the times we live in) an activity which does not generate income is viewed as 'time-pass'. (a word peculiar to Indian English, if it must really be classified or its origins clarified ).



Going by that definition, I love 'Time-pass'. I am happiest when I am doing time-pass. Except that I don't have much time to pass these days. In fact I have no time at all. Which must then explain why I am so unhappy ,in other words, stressed these days. It's all because of that elusive thing called time-pass.



Take the mails in my inbox for instance. They have piled up like mangoes on the push-cart by the road side during mango season, or the Sadhus at Kumbh mela on the banks of Ganges, or perhaps the tomatoes at La Tomatina held at the Valencian Spanish town of Bunol.  You get the picture. I wish I could just think up replies in my head and they get magically typed and sent. No such luck.



So I come here, writing  blog-posts.

 It is easier.



Because in my blog-posts I can talk about stuff that matters to me. Like Time-pass. Which I cannot do in my mails. Mails are usually from readers who tell me they love my writing. Make no mistake,   I  do feel very grateful to those who write in. I intend replying  immediately. But before I realise, certain other things (like writing my books and making portraits and cards and attending to numerous demands of motherhood (to a teen and pre-teen--need I say more?) and the even more numerous demands of running a home, not to mention single parenting, as spouse is,apart from walking the dog and ensuring the dog doesn't get into mischief  ) have kidnapped my time and held it to ransom and yet another day has passed and guess what--more mails have piled up.



But I am not complaining. I love getting nice mails. It means that the person who has read my writing, has been moved enough to take out time (from their lives) and written to me. They have given me something which even money cannot buy--a few minutes of their lives. Put like that it sounds rather profound, for a simple mail, I know. But it matters you know.



It is these little things that give me great happiness.



Small little things like admiring a flower which bloomed in my garden. (see the picture--this bloomed today)





Or taking time off to play with my dog.













 Or reading a lovely book.







 





or making a birthday-card for one of my closest friends.





Happy birthday Jayu!











Or watching a nice movie.













Or walking on grass in my garden.













Or catching up with a friend over coffee.











All these are so important for me.



A very nice lady called Nischala, interviewed me today for her site. She asked me what is it I mean by living life to the fullest.



I told her that it is little things that matter most to me. Like the ones mentioned above.

The things many would call 'time-pass'.



It is so important you see, this 'time-pass'.

That is what makes life worthwhile.



Truly.



And now that I have explained, I am sure you will forgive me, if the replies to your mails get delayed.

I am doing 'time-pass', you see.



And yes, I will  definitely get back to you. Thank you for understanding, for the love and the patience. :)

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