Last night I slept too well… I woke up with my lips swollen :p you know what that means..ya I was doing the same old thing I use to do when I was a kid… it gives me the best sleep. (kapda sunghna as my parents call it), well most of the taurians do that.
So I had the good conversation last night with one of my friends and he is great. He prayed for me to god so that I stop getting daily nightmares and he is always available when I need him and we spent good time together talking before I crashed on the bed.
So I woke up at 11 in the morning… I saw more than half of my bed was filled with books and I was wondering how I slept so well and my blanket seemed the best comforting thing to me ever. I woke up and changed my clothes to go outside to ride my bike so that I loose some weight. See I love food and a lot and I am not having non veg from past two weeks on a plan to quit it, but the whole idea of loosing weight is different for me. Many girls loose weight to have their boyfriend stay, many to flirt and many under parents pressure and many to prove that they are under stress and begging for attention. But I am loosing weight to fit into a saree. Its been so long since I have worn one. I can wear all clothes at whatever it takes in whatever shape I am but saree is one thing I want it to fit perfectly. I have a fantasy for wearing sarres. I love them.
So I go out and get my old red bike. I go out of my gate riding the bike, it was fun…its not the normal fake fun or hey hey its fun look I am ridding a bike, no it was like…hell yeah I am having to much fun coz hey you look I am back to my childhood. I went on the streets, of course it was almost afternoon and it was sunny…. I felt the sun pour the heat into my skin and I was like…”doesn’t this feel like those winter vacations when my parents and grandparents stay out in the afternoon to soak some heat and everyone is enjoying it.” Those childhood memories just seemed to be the ones I was living again. On my way I saw cute little girls playing with stones and building something’s and the little boys of course playing cricket. Nothing has changed since my childhood and what I see today is, boys still wear those patchy pants with I dunoo million of extra attached cloth pieces with I don’t know words written like “brave” “get me” “I am the best” and all…
With every house I passed on my way I could smell so many kinds of shampoo’s. it is like you know always on holidays people clean their hair to avoid hair loss and everyone’s house smelling like shampoos of n no of brands all over their houses. Some old aunties were sitting out drying their hair and watching their children and grandchildren playing on the street.
I could smell great jilabi’s and samosa as I passed couple of dhabba’s and I smiled at myself for feeling this aroma again. I saw lots of trees and plants and bushes too. I wondered while passing through them daily, I never noticed them at all. Yes they are the same plants I used to pluck and play in my “kitchen kitchen” game. Ah! Everything is the same. But people have changed and time is running faster than anything making it very hard for us to halt and think about the old times. The girls with all pink and white and all colourful clothes playing, birds chirping and too many bikes kept in a row. Everyone cleaning their houses, in fact my mom was preparing the house for the puja and my dad was cleaning our cars. Everyone was busy. It just felt like a Sunday when everyone is spending time with house and family and doing things together. It had been almost 10 years since I had felt this way with the moods in the atmosphere followed buy the smells and colours and smiles and joy and pressure and so many things that pull me into my childhood. It was just wonderful. The last thing I saw when I parked my cycle was an old car which had a pink bunny hanging on its mirror and a laughin Buddha is when I crashed to the p.c.
So the day was good so far but my friends are upset with me coz I don’t spend time with them and everything which brings me back to quit all the good feelings are get busy in this fast moving life without peace and happiness. I want to taste all the baked bread and chappati's and all chulha made cusines and watch all the kids playing and singing and that atmosphere of pure pleasure and comfort.
