Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mini/maxi.” Use “mini” (the smallest of something) or “maxi” (the largest) or both in your post. Have fun!
It is hard to believe that we have just gone once outside our town in the last nine months! On Sunday we went to a beach about twenty kms away and that was the maximum distance away from our home. It felt strange. And stranger still to feel uncomfortable in a crowd. Our temples and beaches were always crowded and we were part of the crowd. I remember my stay in a small town in Germany, with my daughter three years ago. There were hardly any people about and it took me some time getting used to it 😊.
In January we went to Amritsar and McLeodganj on a holiday. We had a wonderful time in both places. McLeodganj is a small hill station in the Dhauladhar range of the Himalayas. The weather was so cold at that time, the minimum temperature was less than 7 degrees C. We live in coastal Karnataka where we don’t have a winter and the maximum temperature in summer crosses 40 degrees! In the hill station we were wondering how people lived in such a cold weather and in April we were thinking fondly about that cold 😊. Human nature !! I am reading The Journey by James Michener, part of the story is in the Arctic region and the minimum temperature goes below minus forty degrees, that is beyond my imagination.
The word maximum reminds me of my father. He grew up in a small town where my grandfather was the headmaster of the municipal high school. My grandmother passed away when my father was only twelve. In spite of this loss, he used to say he enjoyed his childhood to the maximum. This was in the 1930s and 40s. There was always something to do. Sugarcane was grown widely in that place and there was a sugarcane factory too. Bullock carts carrying sugarcane passed in front of their house. With or without permission from the drivers the boys pulled sugarcane from the carts. Once, my father pulled a sugar cane from a cart with minimum effort and turned to run away when he saw his father coming towards him. He did not tell me what happened later but I am sure my grandfather never scolded his son.
To end, I remember the maxi dresses and mini dresses which have been in and out of fashion for ages. The picture that comes to mind is that of Wimbledon and lady players of long ago in white dresses that could be called maxis and fast forward to these days when players wear white mini dresses on the court 😊. Wimbledon is Wimbledon and very special.