Rekha's Ramblings

  The Odyssey movie is now in theaters, and my daughter sent me a funny reel about how my Honda Odyssey deserves its own movie. Honestly? She may be right. I started driving a minivan after the twins were born. This particular Honda Odyssey has been with us for 16 years and has close to 190,000 miles on it. It has been with us  through thick and thin. And we gave it as much  love as it did give us by doing it's required maintenance.  It carried three growing children to countless school events, concerts, competitions, piano lessons, marching band practices, college visits, and more. It has helped us move children into and out of dorm rooms, and even across state lines. It has crawled through I-95 traffic, survived the George Washington Bridge into New York, and taken us as far north as Acadia National Park, as far south as New Orleans, and on many road trips to Detroit and New York City. It has even crossed the border into Canada. When I think about it, I feel lik...

  Thank you all for your kind words, congratulations, and thoughtful comments on my last post. I truly appreciated reading every one of them. In case you missed the last post ,  https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2026/07/cultural-conflict.html  I realized that my post sparked an interesting conversation, and I wanted to clarify something. I'm not against celebrating accomplishments. Quite the opposite! In our family, we absolutely celebrate milestones when they happen. We celebrate graduations, birthdays, new jobs, and all the moments that make life special. What I was talking about was something a little different—sharing those celebrations publicly. I grew up with the belief that announcing your own good fortune too openly could invite bad karma or bad luck. Whether or not that's objectively true isn't really the point. It's simply one of those beliefs that quietly becomes part of who you are. The culture often reminded us about the phrase " Nazar lag jayeg...

  Sometimes life has a way of reminding us that we are never as alone as we think we are. Last weekend, after helping our daughter settle into her new home in another state, my husband and I began the long drive back. Like many parents, we were carrying mixed emotions. We were proud of her and excited for this new chapter, but saying goodbye never gets easier. A few hours into our drive home, our car suddenly started acting up. Within minutes, we found ourselves in one of those situations every traveler dreads. The car was losing power in the middle of the road. Somehow, my husband managed to guide it to the nearest exit and into a gas station before it completely died. There we were. In a different state. It was Sunday evening. Home was still four or five hours away. And we had no idea what had gone wrong. Panic began to set in. I walked around the gas station asking if anyone might be willing to help jump-start our car. Without hesitation, two complete strangers came over to help...

My daughter graduated in May. I've been meaning to share the happy news, but I hesitated. I grew up in a culture where there was a general belief that if you celebrated—or worse, bragged about—your accomplishments, you were inviting bad luck. You would jinx future accomplishments.  We were taught to stay humble, keep our heads down, and let our actions speak for themselves. Also, around that time, my sister was visiting, life got busy, and before I knew it, some difficult things happened. The bad news arrived before I ever got around to sharing the good news. I lost all interest in posting. Somehow, sharing something joyful no longer felt important. But as I've reflected on it, I've realized something. The good and the bad are both part of life. They come in cycles. Difficult times are going to happen no matter what, just as joyful moments will. One doesn't cause the other. That's simply how life unfolds. I've also lived in the United States for many years now, ...

  For the past two days, my heart has felt heavy, over the loss of all of our rose bushes, 12 of them to be precise. They once brought me immense joy.  Even today, I almost didn't step outside. But then something unexpected happened. My neighbor stopped by with fresh vegetables from his garden. He invited me into his yard to admire his beautiful daisies. We chatted for a while, and somehow, that little act of kindness was enough to get me out the door.                     So I stepped outside. It was hot. It was humid. But somehow... it felt better. As I wandered through  my yard, I did something I hadn't done in a couple of days. I looked up. In the midst of the sadness over losing my roses, I had forgotten that nature never puts all of its beauty into one flower. I had forgotten that nature has a remarkable way of making room for new beauty, even while we're grieving what we've lost. It's crepe myrtle season, and my...

  Yesterday, we said goodbye to all of our roses. They fell victim to a disease called Rose Rosette Disease , and there was no saving them. If you would like to read more about it, here is a link,  https://www.provenwinners.com/learn/pest-management/what-rose-rosette-disease? If you've followed me for a while, you know these weren't "just" rose bushes.  They had become part of my daily life. Over the years, they greeted me every morning, rewarded me with beautiful blooms, and reminded me to slow down and notice the little things.                                                  When our children left home and we became empty nesters, I found myself caring for these roses with even greater affection. They became my babies in a different season of life. I celebrated every new bud, photographed every bloom, and found comfort in their quiet, faithful pr...

  Some days just don’t go right and today is one of those days.  I was already running behind this morning after barely sleeping last night, worried about my family in India. And then I looked outside. My rose bushes apparently have some sort of virus. The same rose bushes I have admired for years, the ones that have brought me immense joy,  season after season, are now infected with something called “ rose rosette disease.                                                     My once very beautiful Roses. For those who have never heard of it, rose rosette disease causes roses to grow strangely deformed stems, leaves, and flowers. It slowly destroys the plant. Anyone else ever dealt with this? If you would like to read more about it , here is a link.  Rose Rosette Disease: Symptoms, Treatment & Prevention I have twelve rose bushes. ...