The years continue to swirl by into nothingness. Leaving behind fragrant memories of a time that is nonpareil. Wisps of those memories continue to float up of their own accord, slaves to the behest of … anything and everything.
An evocative word, a nebulous image, the rustle of a soft breeze over still waters, a gust of wind tugging at my dupatta, the smell of jalebis being dipped in chasni, an explosion of light in the night sky, the glittering of fairy lights in the distance, the sound of azaan, the singing of aartis, the lighting of diyas, a glance at twinkling stars dotted in a midnight sky, shirts in hues of blue, pom poms hanging off elegant stoles a reminder of more glorious uses of them, shuffling jootis, the clacking of shoes striding across marbled floors, mirrored aviators that awaken a yearning for molten eyes, capacious jholas that make me want to peek in looking for potent vibhutis, shouts of Bua, calls of Mamiji, inadvertently blurting out a ‘aap theek hai’ instead of ‘aap kaise hai’, indulgent smiles in place of pitying frowns upon hearing odd Bollywood caller tunes, hearing ‘faraq’ and going into meltdown …
It really is the hamesha wala pyaar 🙂
Happy 5th Anniversary to all my fellow IPKKND fans!
Do tell me what is it that awakens those sweet memories in you. Are you still jalebified, or has karela taken over, leaving just the bye bye of Mamiji’s infamous Hello hi bye bye.