It was just an ordinary day. Sending the kids off to school..I lit some incense as part of my daily prayers and that was when my day changed. The fragrance of the incense reminded me of my summers in Madras,the prayer room, my happy carefree days of just doing nothing,the whole house full of cousins running around in their own world.The old cook who made delicious food hour after hour for such a huge family. The maid who cleaned all the dirty dishes. The white shirts,the revving of the numerous scooters, the clickety click of the typewriter,the spiral staircase, the tiptoe past the office..My mind was now running ahead with images and memories and Raja's songs didn't help. Each year, a new hit, a new cousin and dancing and songs for the newest member of the clan.Life moved on from those idyllic summers to marriage and kids. All the old memories seem to have just crumbled and crashed. Cousins don't talk and aunts don't talk. The very basis on how I had built my life seem to have been pulled off from under my feet.I felt alone in a new world which was more hostile. Learnt about how all along everything had been a farce , while I was a fool living in an imaginary dream world. My dream had burst and I was searching for my mom.
Smell,what a powerful emotional stimulant.My kids are making their own memories and I truly hope that theirs is much more solid and strong.I pray that their dreams become reality, and they can share it with their parents!!!
