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An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 3)

 

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Sea Gull Musical Chairs

It’s a balmy day. It’s windy too. No sign of the boats nor the dolphins.  But it’s still beautiful. I sit myself on a seat overlooking the boat ramp. Still in hope for a returning boat and the dancing dolphins.

No ripples on the water, but my hair is being blown away to all directions.  Then I see the somersaults in the water and my heart leaps again. They weren’t interested in coming to the boat ramp today.  I am a tad bit disappointed.  I settle for watching their somersaults.

They were oblivious to the troubles outside.  They don’t have to stick to a clock, just fish and eat when they please.  No argument to do the dishes or to take the trash out.  Don’t even have to worry about paying for the roof over their heads.  Just keep swimming as much as they please. It’s not about ownership, it’s everyone’s to share.

The little one’s not as clingy today. She has got the confidence to roam on her own.  She still comes back to check on her mother now and then.  Mum too keeps an eye on her.  Mothers of any breed are a special breed.  Whether, it’s a dolphin, lion or an ape they all seem human.

Thank you Whyalla for giving me this opportunity to watch and muse these beautiful creatures, your stunning landscape and the down to earth locals.

Having a salad and cake at ‘Whisk Away’.  Yes life is about fifty/fifty. Because I had the salad now I can spoil myself with a Choc Caramel Pecan Roulade.  Well I am saving half of it for later.  I am sure the Dolphins’ doing the same, work when they have to, eat what they should, but not denying themselves a treat when they could.  Life can be pretty simple when you don’t complicate it.  We think we are the superior animal just because we know about the moon and the stars.  The Dolphin fails to know about the moon and the stars but it happily dances under both. Why can’t we make our life simple and just dance under the moon and the star?


Walking around this place, you feel the camaraderie of the community.  The locals are a friendly bunch.  Most very ready for a yarn.

Very hard to go past without telling the story of Karen and Sam.  On one of my travels back from the Beach, I was aiming to get to the local supermarket Food Land.  My phone battery was on it’s last few bars.  Trying to evoke the Google Maps seemed a challenge.  That’s when I met Karen and Sam.  At that time they were not Karen and Sam they were just two strangers whom I felt comfortable to ask for directions.  After a few attempts at “turn left at the round about and after the Hospital” they both looked concerned that it was a fair walk away.  They were unaware that I was trying to dissolve the ‘salt and pepper squid’ I had for lunch. Karen offers to give me a lift to the Food Land and she insists.  So does Sam.  After my initial reluctance and feeling terrible about imposing on her generosity, I eventually agreed.  Even though it might have been an imposition I am glad I took her offer.  I truly met a gorgeous human being.  It is a set of bizarre coincidences and circumstances that makes us cross paths with certain individuals.  Well this was one of those circumstances.  Karen ended up staying till I finished shopping and dropped me back at my apartment.

We exchanged phone numbers and now we exchange text messages.  We have met up couple of times after that.  This couple have definitely made me believe in humanity. I like to share a video that popped in my Face book feed.

But sadly for Karen I am not Mrs Waldorf.  So she is not going to be coming into any good money or fortune because of me anytime soon.  Other than making a special request to ‘Karma’ to take care of her and her equally gorgeous husband, I have nothing more to offer.

Like most things in Whyalla I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to meet such a person in my life.


Signing off for today, more about the town of Whyalla to follow soon.

PS

Pecan and Quinea Salad and the chocolate Roulade was fab at Whisk Away.  Keeping up with the Whyalla theme, the staff were very friendly and helpful.  Fresh Food and Great Service never goes wrong.

Photos from this beautiful nook.  Once again my endorsements are voluntary and honest.

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Yes Life Doesn’t need to be Perfect to be wonderful

Sneak Peek – tomorrow’s blog

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Yes, interesting I know.  Well that is Whyalla.  It comes in all shapes and sizes

Whisk Away –  https://www.facebook.com/whiskawaywhyalla

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Waiting ….

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I miss mum

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What’s taking her so long?

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Hang on! Is that mum’s car?

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Yes I think so.  Finally.


 

Waiting…

Waiting is part excitement and part anguish. The part anguish is made up of plethora of sub emotions.  Anguish divvies into several heads like the Hindu Gods.  Boredom, impatience and then progresses to annoyance, irritation and finally escalates to panic.  Usually does a full circle and completes with relief and sometimes unfortunately disappointment.

This was my great epiphany while waiting for my mum at the airport.

Mum was returning after her three month holiday overseas.  I cooked, shopped and stocked her fridge yesterday.  Set my alarm up for an early start.  Tossed and turned all night, worrying if I may miss the alarm.  Woke up earlier than the alarm and thought it was for the best.  But still the daily chores got in the way of being early at the airport.

As per ‘Murphy’s Law’ every slow driver and every red light was my companion for the drive.  After circling three times, I finally manage to park my car.  I was just hoping that for my sake that either there was a delay in baggage collection or at customs and that mum wasn’t waiting anxiously for me.

I glance at the flight status board as I rush in.  Good, the flight has not landed.  I contemplate grabbing a coffee, I didn’t want to part with the money just as mum exited those doors.  I decided on having that coffee after all.  Made the request for a short macchiatto, just in case I didn’t have enough time to finish a larger coffee.  Perched myself on the bar stool that had the direct view of the arrivals.  Even though I was running late, I still came prepared with my little ‘mini tab’ to do some writing.  Just in case.

By this time it was half an hour passed arrival time.  Flight status remained the same.  Another fifteen minutes passes.  Under the guise of writing my emotions were getting the better of me.  I skipped boredom.  Patience – I wasn’t impatient waiting but the airport arrivals website was definitely testing my patience.  

As per the website there was no mention of the aircraft.  This website is supposed to show all flights that was meant to arrive on that day and their flight status.  Frustrated,  I decided to check the Malaysian airlines website.  It stated that the plane had departed Malaysia.  And that’s all.  No mention of delayed or approximate time of arrival.  I gave another ten minutes and checked the two websites again.  Same messages.  On Adelaide airport’s website there was no mention or acknowledgement of the aircraft and Malaysian Airlines just says that it departed.

My mind was refusing to come out of the pit of panic.  Fates of MH137 and MH17 infiltrates logical thinking.  My positive outlook and glass half full attitude were shying away to the back seat.  Still I muster everything in me not to panic as I logically think that no one else was panicking around me.  I think maybe just maybe ‘flight tracker’ should/could tell me more.  Thankfully it did.  The flight was delayed approximately by one hour.  Sigh of relief.

The emotions start all over again once the passengers start to arrive.  I am regular at airport pickup as my husband travels a lot for work.  Also, I always offer to pick friends, relatives, exchange students (Just those who are going to stay with me).  It always feels the same.  They are never the first ones to come out.  I start to wonder if mum was having issues at customs or quarantine.  More at quarantine, if she has brought some food item that is not allowed in Australia.  We always joke that bringing drugs into our country might be easier than bringing some fruit.  Fellow Aussies think about it a kilo of drugs vs a kilo of bananas?  I share this joke in a hushed voice to the guy sitting next to me to kill time.

Finally I see a familiar face and a familiar load of luggage. Mum doesn’t believe in travelling light.  I hug her tight with relief.  I didn’t even comment on her luggage.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/patience/

 

 

Posted in Sad story

Wasn’t meant to be…

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My first attempt at fiction.   I wrote this short story (very short) awhile ago and contemplated a lot whether to post it or not.  My heart goes out to all the mothers and fathers who have to bid good bye to their precious babies.  My mum did it five times and my aunt the same.  I don’t want to open their wounds.  This may have been a product of my forlorn state after my Niece’s baby’s passing.  This is not her story.  But something unfortunately many women face.  I have no remedies for your shattered hearts.  All I can offer is a humble hug.

 

Wasn’t meant to be…….

“Wasn’t meant to be’… Same words, repeated over and over again.  Words that you don’t want to hear any more. Empty words chanted when nothing else to say.  There is nothing else to say and nothing else matters anymore.   Lu sobs quietly as each person hugs.  She really wants to scream.  Scream out loud “WHY, WHY ME?” “WHAT DOES IT EVEN MEAN, WASN’T MEANT TO BE” She screams within, holds back her words just let’s out the tears.


It’s still raining outside.  Ruby is refusing to get out of bed.  “Come on Rubes, you know, mummy can’t carry you anymore”.  Finally after all the “hurry ups and have you brushed your teeth” they head to school.

Mandy, Ruby’s teacher greets them at the door, “How long to go Mrs. Cavanah?” Lucille strokes her big belly, “Another five weeks and a bit”. Tommy runs in with his normal gusto and almost bumps into Lucille.  “Careful” warns Mandy and pulls Tommy to aside.

Lucille heads back to her car thinking “Not long now, we will have another Tommy”, “Oh God, hope not” she chuckles to herself just remembering the cheeky boy.


It’s another ordinary day at work.  Lu sneaks a moment to day dream.  Sipping her tea, she gazes outside.  She has a perfect view from her 14th floor office.  Rain had stopped, but people were still scurrying about.  “Why do we rush? “Is it so wrong to be a minute late?” Gentle thump from the belly jolts her back to the real world, to the world, where The Clock is the master and you are the slave.

She turns back to her computer, but not for long.  Her phone vibrates.  She smiles opening the message.  Max has gone berserk again.  He is wearing a St Kilda Jersey and is holding a smaller one.  She texts him back “you idiot” and a smiley face.  She heads back to the computer.  She finds it hard to concentrate.


“Little one’s not happy today” she thinks, slowly massaging her belly.  It’s nearly 3.00pm.  The pain was notching up. Her boss Amanda reluctantly lets her go home early.  “Privilege of a childless bitch” – Lu wanted to say it out loud.  But she holds it in and utters “thank you so much”.

Lu sends Max a text, “Going home hun, not feeling great, can you pick up Ruby?” “Sure thing, you rest up” “Take care on the roads, pretty slippery out there”.  “Will do, thanks”, smiley face Emoji – Lu puts her phone away, and gets ready to reverse.  She sees Amanda in her rear view mirror.  She had parked on the spot right behind her.  Her boot is up; she was taking some files and was about to head back.

Lu reverses the car out, puts her window down and waves at Amanda.  Amanda both hands full just makes a head nod.  It’s not that either of them like each other, but just a mere modern day courtesy. Amanda is a typical “Career Woman” No husband and definitely no kids. She lacks empathy towards women with any family issues or that’s how her co-workers feel.  Women in the department think that she is jealous of their life and hence makes them feel inferior when they have to take time off because of pregnancy or when their kids fall ill.

The pain was getting worse.  Lu now starts to slowly drive off, she passes two cars, and then she stops.  Couple of minutes passed and Lu’s car hadn’t moved.  Amanda feels that something was up. Amanda appeared at her window and asks “what’s it Lu?”

Lu was sobbing into the steering wheel. Lu lifts her head up.  She keeps crying.  She sobs uncontrollably. She tries to tell something to Amanda.  But words fail her, nothing coherent comes out anyway.  Everything blurted out as a sob.  “Lu, come on, what is it?” Amanda bends down to Lu’s shoulder level.  Amanda sees the reason for Lu’s melt down.  Lu was sitting in a pool of blood.


Panic, Chaos Siren, Ambulance, lonely hospital bed …..

 


“Wasn’t meant to be”… Same words, repeated over and over again.  Words that you don’t want to hear any more. Empty words chanted when nothing else to say.  There is nothing else to say and nothing else matters anymore. 

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So near but not close enough.  What’s the lesson in this? Hope, elated happiness and then snatched away without any warning, without any rhyme or reason. What is really the lesson in this? And why wasn’t it meant to be?

Oh God!! Why does it hurt so much?

Why is hurt larger than joy? Why does pain throb while happiness remains calm? And why does sadness lingers on while glee and merriment is just momentary.


There are no answers, Lu is told “wasn’t meant to be” is all you can say.

 

“Wasn’t meant to be”… Same words, repeated over and over again.  Words that you don’t want to hear any more. Maybe empty but words nonetheless, so it’s chanted when nothing else to say.  When there is nothing else to say and when nothing else matters anymore all you can say is “wasn’t meant to be”.

Or is it?

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/forlorn/

Posted in True Story, Inspirational, Word prompt

Life in the Open Sea

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Life on the Open waters, the great wide Ocean.  I am not talking about a short cruise.  I am talking about accompanying your husband for Four Long Years in a container Ship.

I had the great opportunity to sail as a Supernumerary  with my husband for nearly four years.  He was the Captain and was allowed to take his wife on board.

I was fascinated by the word Supernumerary.  I was just a number but just that I was a special super number.  Complimented and brought down to earth at the same time.  Things were pretty much the same at the mess table.  There was always a lot of friendly banter.  It was a lot of fun.  Felt like I was back at school, in the boarding.  I soon realised the friendships we were making here was going to be the same.  It was going to be a lifelong affair.

We were heading to the Middle East. Word spread that it was my 21st.  My birthday was celebrated just after we left Aqaba, Jordan.  What a unique way to celebrate one’s 21st.  The chef had made a lovely cake, so just after dinner everyone gathered in the bar, cutting the cake, then followed by a lot of drinking, dancing and singing.  Not the way I imagined my 21st to be.  I wasn’t planning on being married by 21, let alone being married to a sailor and celebrating my 21st on a ship.  This goes to show that you can’t always plan everything in life.  I have no complains about the way my life has turned out, even though it was not what I had planned.

Sea and sea life teaches us the biggest metaphor, “Go with the flow”, yes sometimes, things don’t go the way you plan, but you ride the waves as it comes.  You still plan and get prepared for the next big wave, but when you get hit by that unexpected Seismic Wave, you are still prepared to ride that wave.

Until this trip I really had no idea that I would fall in love with the sea the way I did.  I come from the hills of Sri Lanka.  We have no sea, just rivers and waterfalls, even then it was no big deal for a Water view. So I never gave that much thought to this mass abundance of open water – The Sea.  Until I set sail with hubby.  There was nothing but the vast open sea, day after day.  There was something serene and pure about this setting.  I came to love this journey.  This was my life, my home, my family, for the next four years, till we migrated to Australia.

This was written for the Today’s word Prompt – Open https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/open/

This is also a part of another Story that I have written for the book “CSC Years” – Ceylon Shipping Corporation