Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Some Twelve Odd Years Ago


Rain

The rain is most definitely my most favourite time in Calcutta, not just because, everything smells like wet earth, not because it's the perfect time to have chai and pakoras, but because it brings back my fondest memories of the time spent with my best friend, Pallu. Her place was very close to school, so on some days, I'd come over for lunch, and the minute the sky got dimmer, our hearts would race and we'd rush to the terrace.
 We love the rain. And after a good soak, we'd, dry off and head to the kitchen to make macaroni in white sauce.
 That has to be the most delicious macaroni I have ever had! 
Lots of butter, chilli flakes and love.

To growing up together, and over a decade of being the best of friends,
I love you so much Pallu!


Monday, May 20, 2013

Happy Birthday Nanda!


This is coming in late, slipped my mind to post this on the 2nd of April!

Nevertheless,

To my golden drop of sun, to the reason for many smiles for over six years now, to knowing a true friend, for restoring the security that people like you, do exist and a small reminder to me, that I have been extremely lucky to have friends like you. Thank you Nanda, for everything, for all your love, for all your time and all your encouragement and advice. I know that I can always come to you, no matter how small or large the problem, and you will always have a solution, a comforting word and the will to see me through it till I am smiling. 

I am very lucky to have a rainbow crazy leprechaun like you in my life. 
I hope I can do for you, what you have done for me. 

I love you very much, here's a tight hug, from me to you.

You deserve every success and happiness in the world.

Happy Birthday!



caught in the headlights




Scandalous surprises





Sunday, May 12, 2013

Love.




An Education.

I owe her all.

Growing up, my mother would (and still is) be the first to wake on weekday mornings. She would hustle about the kitchen, getting our tiffins ready, as we (my Dada, my brother and I), spent the next several minutes, in blissful, dreamless sleep.
One rare morning, I slipped out of bed, awakened by the smell of lime rice, and followed it to the kitchen. My mother was in conversation with three birds all perched on the window, curiously peering through the grills, heads tilted, listening. She was explaining to them that she would give them biscuits as soon as the rice was packed into my lunchbox. They waited patiently, and one of them, a crow she named Kaloo, sat and cawed, as if reminding her that she was not to forget them. As the years have gone by and the neighbors have changed as many times as the winds change direction, Mother's little feather friends still come back, some old, some new, sometimes rare exotic cousins, and of course, Kaloo.
 Sometimes they come for the food, sometimes they come for the love. 
She is in many ways, a mother to them
.
She has taught me to care and to be compassionate. To be unafraid and keep my friendships extended to feathered and furry creatures.
 Her love never seems to cease, and is never constrained. 
It is selfless and limitless and effortless.

She is to me, the most genuine, most wonderful human being. 

I owe her my education,
my happiness,
my love,
my life.

We love you.

Happy Mother's Day.