Ebenezer Scrooge was visited by the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present and Christmas Yet-to-Come. And here I am on Dhanteras day sifting through memories. Spoke to the family, and remembered some more. Amma with her unbeatable spirit, her zest for life reminded me of the 'jal pooja'we performed at Dadar, cleaning the brass taps with tamarind and not Brasso. The fragrance of crushed marigold and mango leaves, the unravelling of the 'toran', the crisp November air where even the dust has a whiff of magic. We would place little bits of toran aroudn the taps, Vishakha with her beautiful Diwali Rangoli. Dividing up the fire crackers that Pappa bought from Abdul Rehman Street or Mohammad Ali Road ( no Ram-Rahim controversies in his heart, he was truly a wise man). And later from good ol' Dadar Market.
Patil Bai's batata poha, the waking up at the crack of dawn.... But even before that there were other days when I was not yet a care giver......and the Elders were around me, each one of them.
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Beautiful.....
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