Tuesday 8 February 2011

Happy Basant Panchmi..

Nothing has any meaning without the children around - Holi, Diwali, Basant... Was a time this day would dawn (at 4 am???) with a cold face pressed to mine, with washed dripping hair.. and an excited voice saying "Good Morning, Mom... Dont get up.. my friends and I are going up to the rooftop to begin flying kites"!!

Next, the Red Indian calls of "Kaatteeyyyy" would fill the air, as boys from all the neighboring rooftops would engage in an enthusiastic competition on who cut how many kites :-) Blaring music would rent the air from assorted DJ sound systems already fitted up there their previous evening- each playing different popular punjabi rap / film songs!

The day would carry on with countless kites dotting the sky with the colours of the rainbow, and snacks, lunch, soft drinks served on the terrace..as the rest of us - Aanchal, Shalu, Rajiv and I joined Brat atop the roof and took turns at flying kites.
Awoke this morning- hearing the very same calls and music, but on other rooftops...
Miss you, Saahil. The rooftops of my life are empty and bare without you home...
Love you:-)

3 comments:

  1. Ohhh one of the worst things that happen when you live abroad you miss all this fun .. GOD i did not even know basant had come and gone .. and as you said reminded me of the good days we had back home , kites and fighint ober kites ..

    hopefully one day we all will return home and experience the same fun again god willing ...

    Bikram's

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  2. Yes I can imagine how you must feel, Bikram....Whatever our faults, we are a vibrant, happy, "jugadu", festive, colourful lot of people !!!!

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