nostalgia
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सुकून
छोटे शहरों से आए हुए हम कुछ लोग,बड़े शहरों में बस तो गए हैं, पर दिल रह गया है कहीं और… कभी-कभी बहुत याद आता है,नानी के घर के लाल पेड़े का स्वाद,जो आज तक किसी मिठाई में मिला नहीं। चूल्हे… Continue reading
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Motichoor Laddoos and DD National…
26 January. Two memories stand out in my memory. 1st one from school where 15 – 20 days before Republic Day, the entire school braved the harsh winters for march past practice. While a few daring ones managed to skip by hiding… Continue reading
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Wishing you warmth, coziness and smiles!
Some memories remain as fresh as pehli barish ki sondhi khushbu (the earthy scent of the first rain – petrichor feels so underwhelming in comparison). No matter how much time passes, you remember them frame by frame, each scene echoing vividly in… Continue reading
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Hum dost the, hain aur rahenge..hamesha!
“Beet’ta waqt hai, par kharch hum hote hain.” This essence sparked a beautiful ritual – an annual tradition of meeting college friends, after 22 years in 2022. Yes, you heard that right – after 22 long years! Sometimes, the most… Continue reading
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Lights. Laughter. Love.
Durga Puja. Every year, these two words transport me back to the cherished memories of my childhood in Jagdishpur. There’s something about the places where we grow up—they become a part of us, forever etched in our hearts. Jagdishpur, a… Continue reading
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The Dolphin Show…
I, dressed in cotton clothes, wearing a damp suit over it, standing waist deep in water, alone and the announcement echoed, ‘Due to lightning we are cancelling the Dolphin show.’ And this even before it started! Few trips become lifelong… Continue reading
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I Love You Rasna
In the summers, my brother and I had just one goal while reaching home. To open the fridge, put two ice cubes in a glass, put water, and add Rasna to quench our thirst. It was like a ritual. But there… Continue reading
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Girl hitting a Six…
Early 90s it was. Two teams of 12-13 year olds were playing cricket in school. One of them hit the ball and it went straight for the boundary. But something was different. They were all girls! When I was transferred… Continue reading
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A 13 year old year girl…
Long back, I, a 13-year-old with twelve other younger kids was stranded outside a deserted school.Our private bus didn’t reach the school to pick us up. Our homes were 30km away. Panic started to build like a serpent in my gut.And then… Continue reading
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