Life in Technicolor

Sometimes, it just takes a trigger for nostalgia to hit you hard. A couple of days back, a song I heard made me quite emotional- the lyrics, they seemed visual to me. Taking me on a trip down the memory lane of childhood. Times before the internet had permeated our lives, when relationships were stronger and more genuine, when emotions were real and above it all, when lives were simpler and 'richer'. Every summer, my parents & I, would pack our bags for a month long vacation to my grandparents'. Lots of laughter, innumerable tales to tell, lip-smacking food, fresh air and loads of fun. A real "holiday-home", better than any resort you can take me to. Cursive writing comprised an important part of my summer vacations during primary school. I'd say a boon now-considering how Convent school handwriting always stands apart! Looking for interesting pieces from newspapers, Readers' Digest and penning down grandpa's stories would make ...

A new painting everyday, Hues of orange, yellow and gold, On the same vast blue canvas, As dusk falls.

Charmed by the bees buzzing, Over the bright yellow sunflowers, She loses herself in a reverie, As the Koel sings from afar. The wind calls out to her, Luring her with the sweet scent  Of the fresh jasmine blooms, While the river belts out a soft musical rhythm. Lost to the world, A gleam in her eyes, Marvelling at the mysteries Of the Universe, She sighs.

When the flowers first bloomed, Ecstatic, I was. But, impatient to catch the fruit, The fruit of hard work. Two days passed, Brown withered flowers, Dropping off the stem, Into the wet soil. There were no promises made, Yet expectations there were, Of the fruits of labor. Maybe, the flowers had wanted to see me smile.