I realized the importance of landscaping very early on in life. A transformation of the ramshackle house I grew up in corroborated that belief. Mum decided the house should get a fresh coat of paint every year and maintained a pretty patch of green to highlight the radiant white exterior. She eventually added a few hanging pots of flowering shrubs to the wide picture window and lovingly guided the Bougainvillea to embrace the roof on one side. Whenever I walked towards my home after a long day, it was to this warm, welcoming sight. Not one to settle on the obvious, I let that metaphorically permeate every area of life. However, not everyone is born with a green thumb. And so, just like the plants I touched died so also did I make numerous mistakes to complicate an otherwise decently uncomplicated life. I called it my anti-Midas touch.
A few years later, when my daughter was about two, she developed a fear of road bumps. Every time, the car hit one, she would bawl. While detangling her issues (and many road bumps later), I inched towards finding answers to mine. It was a massive landscaping job. In the words of Harry Emerson Fosdick, “The common phrase, ‘building a personality’ is a misnomer. Personality is not so much like a structure as like a river – it continuously flows, and to be a person is to be engaged in a perpetual process of becoming.” It was around that time that Patrick had entered my life and become my editor/implied mentor. The contouring took on a new meaning. What I wanted from my writing, was not to build up a body of work that represented me, but a personality that reflected who I essentially was.
On my recent trip to Dubai, as the airplane hovered over the city waiting for a signal to land, my thoughts drifted back to my mother’s garden. From a stark, barren desert, the city had been transformed into a beautiful, vast oasis. I love the city for more reasons than one. Each time I seem to find another lost part of my soul there. When I leave home, I’m not really stepping out of a dismayed chaos, but rather stepping into barefaced clarity. I love my Mumbai home but the routine can get jaded and I welcome the unfolding of horizons as I step away from familiarity. There’s a certain charm to unstructured days abroad. Curated travel has never appealed to me; what does is to wake up and go where the day leads you. Out of such fluid days emerges a dazzling lucidity that to me is the essence of travel and of life.
While I savoured freshly made Tabouleh and salty feta cheese, what really nourished me, as always, were the people. Despite our insistence not to, our long time friend, Vishwas and his daughter, Shreya welcomed us with huge smiles at the airport and took us home for a spicy, Arabic feast. In the glow of dimmed lamps, the meal speckled with constant banter felt like a warm homecoming.
The next day, my college buddy, Sushma took me to brunch with her girl gang. Ina and Sumi, were a delightful onslaught on my unsuspecting senses. Gregarious, unrestrained bundles of fun; they were like a ‘whirlwind meditation’ to my jet-lagged mind. Sai greeted me with an easy familiarity and I realized that even first hugs can have the warmth of old friendships. Deepika’s wry sense of humor and calm beauty were a beautiful contradiction that bowled me over. Shilpi was soothingly radiant and Aastha emanated a serene strength. And above all, my kindred spirit, Sushma. She, unbeknownst to her, is my astute guru. Her unadorned, easy approach to life is a constant reminder of what I aspire to be.
Later, as Sushma and I lounged in her living room over bowls of homemade dessert, she reminded me of what I’m adept at forgetting all too often – to remain calm and centered. It was reminiscent of how Patrick had lovingly spoken to the young, unpublished writer in me many years ago. “Write from your heart and let your words reflect who you are’, he had said, “and if I sense a heartbeat there, I’ll publish it.” It was a subtle pruning, but deeply significant.
My fourth night in Dubai dripped exuberance. School friends are always special – Felix’s quiet warmth, Sheryll’s joviality, Rupa’s sweetness, Anil’s amiability and Sham’s candor were a potent mix that set the evening on fire. We danced without restraint, teased and talked endlessly and just like that, in the middle of a pursed life, we were fourteen again. We crammed our almost 365 minutes together with a year’s worth of fun. It was 3 AM when we finally huddled together outside my hotel for a reluctant goodbye.
The last afternoon was spent with family. The voices were as familiar as the food was exotic. Over generous helpings of Yemini rice and easy bonding, I relaxed into a feeling of absolute contentment.
Making a home in people, breaking bread and leaving imprints in souls means nourishing body and spirit in the true sense. The beauty and magnanimity that people bring into our lives teaches us what we need to know about becoming real. Because all said and done, the ‘process of becoming’ is not some spiritual gibberish but the very core of the human experience. We are all given a piece of earth, what we do with it and how we shape and reflect our spirit is totally up to us. Because, and again I quote Fosdick, “Whatever you may fail at, you need not fail at being a real person.”
14 thoughts on “THE PERPETUAL PROCESS OF BECOMING”
“Making a home in people, breaking bread and leaving imprints in souls means nourishing body and spirit in the true sense” Beautiful Renica. This was such a pleasant read, celebrating the small joys of live. Almost healing with its lightness and gratitude I must say. Thanks 🙂
Thank you, Raksha. 😊
So well written.
Thank you, Sai 😘
“Never Cease To Be Real”
Rightly said Ren
Coz it’s only one’s real self which stands out
Real heart pours out real words which touches hearts
Just as ur words do Ren
Loved the read
Keep it up gal
Keep us grounded😘😘😘😘😘
Yes, Mavis. And thank you for your response. 😊
Evolution of a writer is when The stream of consciousness progresses without prognosis! Such an effortless read….. simplicity is much more difficult than elaborate eloquence…. Wonderful work Renu Bai….Just keep going….. Celebrate yourself and your work! Love You 🙂
Love your response. Thank you, Sonu. 💕
Ooooooo! finally Read ur another beautiful thoughts which was so gracious to Read 👌👌. Described so nicely ur thoughts regarding the frnds whom u met was jhakas. well written, u r the only one who makes me Read, apart my studies 😂😂. Thanku kinda 👍keep It going
Thank you, Conu. Best part is that I make you read. Haha! 😘
Well written Renica, continue writing from your heart. How I wished, I was there, when u were celebrating with the gang.
Oh! That would have been awesome! Thank you for always making time to read my posts, Augi and putting in the effort to respond too. 🤗
Great writing and Inspiring story.
Beautifully said, in short, in the words of last para, “the process of Becoming”.
Just when it was about to travel farther, the trip(story) was cut-short. Awesome Presentation.
Keep it up.
Thank you, Ram. 😊