WOH DIN LAUTA DO....

The pitter patter rain on my balcony and the wet feeling under my feet took me back 20 years into one of the summer vacations that we had spent in Trivandrum. Trivandrum, now known as Thiruvananthapuram was our home town and every summer vacation we used to be there. Rains, no rains, the feeling of walking bare foot on the wet mud in the garden; the splendid endeavours of trying to be the mini hero amongst my friends and above all the hot maladus and boli that grandmom and mom used to prepare.

Seeing the water logging in front of our building, i could see the tiny priya run back into the house to fetch some newspaper... my sister used to then make boats out of them and we used to sail the boats in the water... WHAT FUN... PLAIN, SIMPLE Fun.. no strings attached. I long to get back to that life...

I could distinctly hear my granddad call out to me.. " Anga pogathey" , meaning, "dont go there" for fear that i might fall ill after getting wet in the rain. The only way i could appease grand dad was to say a yes, immediately back out, earn a good name and then ask him to buy a special plant for us.. it is called "Chodaku". Not many of us know that now. This plant has the flowers that fall out of the stem like small pitchers. One has to blow air into these pitchers and hold the tip of the flower tight and break the air in your palm or any other surface. The sound that it emanated was "SHHODAAKK" and hence the name...

Those days.. those days... "woh din kya the". The past comes back, especially when one knows that we cannot live those carefree lives again. Is this a fact that we yearn for things that we can never get??? Hope not. Because living in a dream is fatal especially if the dream falls flat on ones face...

When i sit back, relax over my hot cuppa tea, i sometimes feel like singing this to life:
" Kya se kya ho gaya ....bewafa .. " and here the one that is ditching us is life.. that we most lovingly hold on to...

Still.. i would end this post mentioning that.. Life is like MUSIC... We have to play on and am sure we will succeed at the end, even if there are pauses and slow numbers in the opera.