We live in moments ,in time and space - and then there is a lifetime crafted out of these moments.
I watched a little girl riding with her father with a twist in my heart - how did I grow up and grow old? And where are those moments when Baba used to drop me to school ? Today's water-logging reminded me of those days when Gokhale Road would resemble a rivulet and we had rainy days and Baba would take me to his office. It was quite embarrassing for me when all his colleagues would come and ask me the same question and there would be a ritualistic trip to the boss's chamber and some more polite to-dos. But I liked Baba's office - the long corridors, the ac which was a luxury in those days.
Moments of joy and sudden elation and the little girl travelling with her father won't even know how precious these moments are till she is grown up and grown old.....
Baba's regret was that I never picked up driving - and he said, he should have taught me how to drive in my "chelebela" :)
Rains make me nostalgic - the synchronized drumming, the cars moving with a swishing sound , the lights reflecting on the road - the splish splash puddles all remind me of the little bird that said " I'll never be young again "........
I watched a little girl riding with her father with a twist in my heart - how did I grow up and grow old? And where are those moments when Baba used to drop me to school ? Today's water-logging reminded me of those days when Gokhale Road would resemble a rivulet and we had rainy days and Baba would take me to his office. It was quite embarrassing for me when all his colleagues would come and ask me the same question and there would be a ritualistic trip to the boss's chamber and some more polite to-dos. But I liked Baba's office - the long corridors, the ac which was a luxury in those days.
Moments of joy and sudden elation and the little girl travelling with her father won't even know how precious these moments are till she is grown up and grown old.....
Baba's regret was that I never picked up driving - and he said, he should have taught me how to drive in my "chelebela" :)
Rains make me nostalgic - the synchronized drumming, the cars moving with a swishing sound , the lights reflecting on the road - the splish splash puddles all remind me of the little bird that said " I'll never be young again "........
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