The precious ice

I love mornings, sinking into a big chair and having this big mug of coffee, the news playing in background and I doing my own thing, not too much of conversation ….Just the perfect morning for me.

What often irritates me is my pestering maid calling me for every other thing and for sure, they will never come up but expect me to go to them. I guess I have a habit of spoiling people. So like most odd days today morning she pestered me for something and I know it would not be too important and I continued ironing. I ignored the call the first time around, the second time and then I heard she saying ‘but if I keep it on the platform it will be all water water everywhere’. It drew my curiosity, as to what will ooze water, and what is she talking about.

Yes it was ice, some extra vessels of ice I had drawn out of deep fridge to wash, but what seemed unimportant to me, was so precious to her. The pestering brought back some memories of how life has changed and we just let it pass by.

Very early in life, my working mom had felt the need of fridge, we often had neighbors coming for ice if someone was ill in the house. We as children used to feel very important by sharing ‘our’ ice. I remember how it became quite a issue of fight in the house when people started asking for ice for cooling water in summer. But with more and most houses having fridge, over years I had lost its importance, it was just a thing like …………………..? Hey, can’t think of what, first I thought sugar, but no would not throw sugar, may be like water.

Interesting what a brick of ice could do to my morning, it took me to my childhood and my amazing memories with my sister
I feel she and I will remember this throwing of ice for a little too long then just looking at it an errand in the morning……….
Have a great day :)