If its November, this must be Hawaii. Like whales and swallows migrating south in winter, we seem to head to Hawaii, come November, at least the past few years. This is certainly not consciously premeditated.
The last time we visited Hawaii, it was to the island of O’ahu, “The Gathering Place”. This year too, we’ve come to O’ahu. After years of skipping O’ahu if only because it was home to Waikiki and Honolulu, we finally came two years ago because it was the only island we could visit without changing planes or paying a king’s ransom. Maya was nine months old then and on her first plane ride. By making a long journey even longer with connecting flights and a layover, we didn’t want to risk starting our journeys with her on a discordant note. We discovered Kailua then and fell in love with the island. When Shanthala wanted to come to Hawaii with her brother, who was visiting us for a couple of weeks, we naturally chose O’ahu again. The backdrop of Ko’olau mountains with their serrated Pali and the long, uncrowded Kailua Beach with its gentle waters and shallow shoreline make for some remarkable memories.
Maya is two years older now than when we came last. What a story the pictures tell, of now and then.
And here is a video of Maya thoroughly enjoying herself at Kailua Beach.
This entry also marks my 250th posting on this blog. I started blogging to keep distant family and friends abreast of events in our life and only distantly as a way to practise writing. Since then, the blog has evolved into primarily a venue for my writing and less about the events of our life. It is therefore an interesting coincidence that this 250th post harks back to the original intent. I hope my readers have had some measure of the satisfaction that I’ve had in writing.
P.S: I rewrote this posting because I found the original too hackneyed and pretentious. I have had little undisturbed time these past few weeks, for some reason, and so my writing has suffered, I fear. This last post was the pits. I had to rewrite it. It couldn’t be the one to mark my 250th post.
P.P.S: When Shanthala and I were making up a list of ten movies we wanted to see, a movie that didn’t make the list but whose title stayed in my mind for some unknown reason was “If its Tuesday, This Must be Belgium”. I also strangely and for some unknown reason remember the heroine’s name, Suzanne Pleshette. I still haven’t seen the movie. I don’t even know what its about. I haven’t seen a picture of Suzanne Pleshette either.
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