They used to be fun ... The coffee mornings with ladies from the different units showcasing their prowess at impressing us. The innumerable games of Rummy and the eats and gossip.
Oh! It used to be fun .... getting all set for those days .... some one or the other calling us over. Used to love the parties and then the discussion after that on the way back home.
Remember in Tekanpur .... The golgappa day ... I had nearly a hundred golgappas .... Wow!
The fish .... Aah .... a delicacy cooked to perfection underground when in Lucknow on 16th April 1993. The talk of the town.
Then, the fish in Tekanpur and Jaisalmer .... Ker sangri ....
Angad's relapse of Malaria and you got that tree cut coz' it was the breeding ground for the mosquitoes ....
Gurde and kapoore ... Angad would relish..... me too.
Beautiful days .... His bed .... custom made ... his high chair .... custom made .... his clothes .... everything tailored to perfection and with love.
All the memories flooding back .... Thank God! Earlier I thought I was suffering from memory loss.... Alzheimer's to be precise .... no more .... Now, I remember.
One shock sent me reeling into the black hole .... another catapulted me back to my life.
Am happy and content now.
Am back to coffee mornings .... Anusuya makes the best coffee in the World and the best chocolate cake .... and Maa's technique ... just the way she used to make and bake with her bare hands... All mixed in one go and churned with hand. Personal touch.
Much more later. For now .... Goodnight ... but as Mataji and Pitaji would like it ... Shubhratri.
Oh! It used to be fun .... getting all set for those days .... some one or the other calling us over. Used to love the parties and then the discussion after that on the way back home.
Remember in Tekanpur .... The golgappa day ... I had nearly a hundred golgappas .... Wow!
The fish .... Aah .... a delicacy cooked to perfection underground when in Lucknow on 16th April 1993. The talk of the town.
Then, the fish in Tekanpur and Jaisalmer .... Ker sangri ....
Angad's relapse of Malaria and you got that tree cut coz' it was the breeding ground for the mosquitoes ....
Gurde and kapoore ... Angad would relish..... me too.
Beautiful days .... His bed .... custom made ... his high chair .... custom made .... his clothes .... everything tailored to perfection and with love.
All the memories flooding back .... Thank God! Earlier I thought I was suffering from memory loss.... Alzheimer's to be precise .... no more .... Now, I remember.
One shock sent me reeling into the black hole .... another catapulted me back to my life.
Am happy and content now.
Am back to coffee mornings .... Anusuya makes the best coffee in the World and the best chocolate cake .... and Maa's technique ... just the way she used to make and bake with her bare hands... All mixed in one go and churned with hand. Personal touch.
Much more later. For now .... Goodnight ... but as Mataji and Pitaji would like it ... Shubhratri.
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