Rusks ... stickjaws .... fresh noodles....

Suddenly, am remembering all the food I had ...
The fresh noodles cooked to perfection ...
Poha made the chinese way....
Pitaji wali daal ...black masoor dal ...
The dalia he loved....
His shaving kit ....
The booklet he gave me .... still in my safekeeping ...
Of yesteryears ...
Of a family ....
The Garden of Eden ...
Sahestradhara ...
The Kadhi Chawal at the Shiv Temple on the way to Mussourie .....
Ellora's bakery at Rajpur Road ...
The Rusks and Stickjaws...
The Tibetan Monastry ...
The hailstorm in June ...
My son dancing in the rain in the lush green garden ....
Our vegetablewala ....
The neighbours...
The golden Oldies who visited ...
The swing in the porch ....
The way Thunder escorted every Tom, Dick and Harry into our home ...
The way Thunder chased the cows ...
The eunuchs who visited us ....
The singing sessions...
The breakfast, lunch and dinner rituals....
The evenings in the front garden ....
Tea time ritual in the early mornings with Rusks to accompany ...
The Old Grandma in law ...
A Ma in law ... stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea....
Her Ma in law and her daughter in law ....
Comedy when you remember ....
Stress when you empathise with her
Just everything ... Yet nothing.
A bygone era ...
A life well lived .....
Only memories to keep company ....
Maybe someday will tell my Grandchildren....
If I don't live  ...
The blogpost will tell them of a family they had.