Postcards | Avocado Hot Chocolate

This is my first post of the year 2016. The 93rd one in my journey of 1.5 years of blogging. I have had my hands full for the last few days with a lot of external assignments. Thank you to the lord almighty to let me peek outside the brick and mortar wall.

I have been having a throbbing migraine for the last two days. Track record of two painkillers. Added to that the weather is finally embarking on its winter journey. Being indecisive for the last two months. I woke up today morning to the sound of pitter-patter. Couldn’t gather courage to leave my quilt and prepare breakfast for the hungry birds. They managed something and moved out. I laid in a tranquillised state till eternity. When I did open my eyes, the room was still dark. With the windows gone translucent with the misty condensation just like my mind. There are no serpentine shadows just pure calm morning. I do not intend to brush just yet. I feel like doing nothing from the usual days schedule. No cleaning, No cleansing, No cooking. A big No to all things with C. I dig into the drawers which are just beside my bed. Very carefully tossing on the bed to ensure the kingsize Japanese floral duvet stays in place and I do not want a hint of the winter chill on my skin.

I have two postcards in my hand. This is a part of my latest collection. They are from the early 1900. Written Postcards are hauntingly historical in todays era. Who writes postcards (with a big pause)even letters….! Today we write short messages,tiny emoticons and minuscule emotions.

Postcard 1 : Is the photograph titled ‘The school girl’ and her name is Miss Edna may. She looks beautiful and has tassels as thick and long as Rapunzel. She is wearing a pearl wreath on her head. Sitting on a wrought iron chair. A hint of red on her lips. The message at the back is scribbled in cursive with a pencil. A confusing placement of address and signature.It is a love letter to a beloved.

Dear W,

            Will you come down on Sunday night the same as last week please, as I am longing to see you. Hoping you are in the best of health,as I am to be sure. Write back by return of post.It will be alright. (Four crosses marked at the corners of the postcard).

S remain.

P.S : Do come there a dear. Sincerely Yours,

Gladys R.

A shallow replica of the then generation I scrambled out my mobile from under the pillow and type a quick  message of longing to the man of the house who just went to his office few hours a ago. Should I say imitated emotions or digital mutation. Sigh! A specimen from the generation.

Postcard 2: The photograph of a primary play in progress. Two toddlers clad in white polka-dotted costumes with a conical hat. The curly-haired lad stands and holds the hand of his lass crouched by his knee. Their looks are locked something unlikely for maybe five-year olds. The message is written with an  ink pen. A playful message stamped at 6 AM , 6th June, 1906.

Miss G. Lee Vaughan St. Warley Rd. King HX. Halifax

Dear Gert, 

Hope you have had a jolly time. 

Love Mary

I buy my postcards today as souvenir’s and for wall mounts. I and many for that matter don’t use them anymore for writing short messages of love,well-being and fun. I wonder if my Seagate hard drive or the outlook .pst files will once be sold on vintage market sales. While someone would load into his laptop or Virtual top whatever they are called then to be read. Alas, I didn’t backup my whtsapp messages on the Apple Cloud.

I am a victim of digitization. I am a slave to my machine. I am that proverbial frog who will gradually boil to death because I failed to jump out of water at the right time. I am living in a world of augmented reality and I gasp if I will cease to wonder.

When you are ill and bed ridden then a lot of thoughts engulf your mind. I immediately thought of capturing my thoughts into my camera. The cold world of digitization, naked eye reality and warmth of human emotions they play a critical part of my photo shoot. For once I decided I will not post process my photographs and let nature have its say in my story.

I still have all the letter which my grandfather sent to my mother with so much love. Maybe some other day I will write a post about it. I wanted to uplift my mood and nourish the throbbing brain. So I decided to make hot chocolate and just a spin of healthfulness by adding avocado. They say chocolate and avocado are aphrodisiac. Parking the carnal 🙂 Hot chocolate till the early 1900s was a medicine for the elite wonder why they uplifted the standards and presented it as a hot beverage. A shot of chocolate for me is an adrenaline rush.

Post that I have clicked 6 pictures, washed the dishes and prepared risotto for lunch. Not bad..huh!!

Hope you enjoy the read and if its cold and bleak in your parts of the world then this is the go-to recipes for now. I have another avocado recipe on the blog called the avocado salsa for a quick read.