Ek choti si undhuli gudiya … nindiya ki saathi
Har woh sham jo jhagron mein beet jaati
Pardon se jhoolti hui yaadein,
Woh galli ke billiyon se ki hui dher saari baatein!
Ek laal frock jo aaj bhi hai lubhani
Ek bandh kamra – gujti hai wahan aaj bhi nani se suni hui kahani.
Woh sham ka nazara – line se champi,
Woh doodh peene ke liye … churayi gayi jhappi…
Garmi mein haath pankhe ki hawa,
Woh chulhe ki chai har sardi waali subah.
Razai ke neeche bhoot ke kisse,
Amma ka who ruler roz pith-te the jisse.
Gudiyon ki shaadi, woh underhand cricket match apne,
Woh jugnu ki tarah bandh mutthi ke sapne…
Padh mutthi kholi toh aaj kuch na paaya,
Bachpan aaj hai bas ek dhundla sa saaya…
Yeh bher chal ki bheedh ka lat jaane kisne lagayi..
Woh bachpan ki aag jaane kisne bujhai?
P.S: – What inspired this Wordy Wednesday? – I think a lot of things. Being away from Ma’s hugs for almost 6 months. Sensing (I don’t think anyone can ever relaise until they go throught he same feelings themselves) the pain of a mother and her faith in her child’s dreams. A talk with Ma last night and sensing her dismay on my choice of things.
It all made me crave for the childhood when such thoughts never crossed our minds – where the world was secure and simple for it had little existence beyond the warm sweet smell of Ma’s old saree or the comfort of landing into Baba’s arms each time he threw me up in the air.
Waking up on a Friday and being hit by a sad feeling of happy times when Friday announced the impending school holidays!
Looking outside at the lovely weather and missing those walks with dad on the twisted mountain lanes and gorging on momo’s and coming back home to proudly announce to the sibling that I am the more loved one.
Preparing breakfast for own self and smiling recollecting the little girl who loved to hide behind curtains in her grandmother’s house and be hunted out with pleas of “Doodh pee lijiye Missi Baba” (Have your mils please, Missi Baby)
Talking to mom on the phone and recollecting the young mother who patiently answered all your weird questions about bees and birds, while gardening in the small patch of mountain land.
Seeing a sister help her sibling hop on the bus, recollecting those slides down the side bars of the stairs imagining we are ski-ing.
Cuddling your neighbor’s dog and recollecting the stray mountain dog whom you bathed with the bathtub water provisioned for your grandmother.
Nostalgia is a person, Nostalgia is a feeling, Nostalgia is smiles. Nostalgia is tears. Nostalgia is a long lost smell. Nostalgia is the heart that still dwells.
Nostalgia is that gush of sweet wind that takes your breath away but leaves you with sighs.
But today strangely Nostalgia is a house from childhood, which holds a lot of my stories. Guess till today I never realized that when I left it how much of myself I left behind.
Nostalgia is strange realizations out of nowhere.
It stands there - a stoic reminiscence of the days gone by!