Life goes in circles!

When I used to accompany nana and his cycle through the bi lanes of the wonderland of my childhood, it seemed to be a magical walk. Houses, shops , streets, everything was larger than life...or may be I was too tiny as compared to everything else. A white frock with little red flowers on it and my favourite red shoes, the determination to walk and a secret desire for a treat on the way...that's how my journey was accomplished.
The walks were a routine for him, and I always looked forward to be a part...but rarely got a chance coz well I was a slow walker and nana like Gandhiji just marched with quick steps, teaching me how to cross the road and choosing the right side to walk.
There were many things that happened on our way....the usual brigade of nana's friends who lead out a loud roar from the other side of the street, The hawkers who spread the sweet aroma of the goodies they carried, the Old bicycle repair shop, the general store(which spread the fragrance of five star chocolate everywhere), Dr. Gupta's clinic, a park called Tikona, because it was triangular in shape and my bus stop from where I used to wait for my school bus everyday.
Than one fine day we shifted to another area, which was really gloomy as compared to our house near my grandparents' place.....I didn't like it at all, since it took me away from my friends and my locality! I adjusted with time but it could never give me the same great feeling as my old house did!
People say what goes around comes around...and that's what's happening with me!I'd be back to the same locality which now has turned into quite a posh area...but this time it won't be with my parents.....
Yes, I'd be getting engaged soon...well the proposal wasn't accepted because of the area lolz! But surprisingly it just happened!
Nana's rides would be a part of my memory and now I'd be stepping into another phase of my life...a ride new to me and something that every girl dreams of.....
and when it comes with the best things attached....it just makes it even better ;)

The most magical part of life!

If you sit alone for sometime, lost in the world that resides within, the days that have passed come back in a flash...it's like a reel playing in our mind...a reel of innumerable memories baked in joy, blessed with love, some a bit tanned with emotions and others just as crisp and forever young....these are our memories and with these we remember an amazing life that has passed and prepare for the best that's yet to come....

The tricycle that became a permanent companion, the pillow that didn't leave our side,
the mud that catered to the worms within and the anger that was kept aside....
The chocolate that we wished would grow forever, the doll that closed it's eyes,
The hands that helped us cross the road and moments that can't be described!
The eyes that filled with tears of happiness, the lips that sang a song,
the birds that chirruped on tress of innocence and the subtle evenings abound.
The cake that made us proud with joy, the friends that made us smile,
The broken chairs of games we played , the wounds that could be hidden for a while.
The boundaries that could never exist as we broke them with our caress,
Childhood is just magical....the most magical part of life!

Secret delight!

As I walked through the gate into the courtyard, through the yellow gold laced blinds, I heard a loud welcome, much expected to my delight..."So, here you are...come...hurry up and go to the dining table, I've kept something for you"......."what nani!what is it ? I exclaimed unable to hold on to my excitement!", "go and see for yourself", said nani with a twinkle in her eyes..she was good at giving surprises...I ran to the dining room and there covered with a tiny saucer was the yellow coloured, delicious bread roll all puffed up to welcome my now flooded mouth...Wow!thank you nani, you kept it for me!!!!! " just for you my dear",she exclaimed and looked as excited as she could be! I ran to her and hugged her with all the strength that I then had as a puny little child, blown out of proportion with my grandma's generous showers of love.
I wonder is it the things that people do for us or just the fact that they love us selflessly that makes all the difference to our lives.
I remember my teacher in class fifth, we used to call her aunty Jyostna, as it was a trend in junior school to call our teachers aunty...and they didn't seem to mind at all:) so once we went to a play ground nearby, it was a cold month and one of the students had come to school with a half sleeves sweater, he was feeling very cold...I still remember what happened when aunty Jyostna saw him...she took off her shawl and wrapped it around the boy.....it was the most beautiful gesture I've ever seen....that I think was one of my initial lessons on selfless love which I would never forget for the rest of my life.
I guess genuine feelings just know the way to a persons heart, however concerned people with fake intentions try to be, some may also try to please us with all their might but what's genuine comes across and what's not just falls and spills at the door of our heart, never being able to reach inside.
Every human being craves for love...it's a natural feeling that comes from within and if that love is genuine I think that's the greatest wealth one can ever have.
We often get angry at our loved ones, accuse them of not understanding us and our feelings , but we forget that the love they shower upon us is what keeps us going..what if they disagree with us sometimes, it's not that they don't understand us at all, it's just that they want the best to happen, we may or may not understand their feelings.
Love is a precious gift, a secret delight, that hides in our heart and sends beautiful vibes to make our life amazingly wonderful...secret because no one else can know it's intensity and delight because it's simply delightful :)