With busy hands she brushed her hair. A quick fix to her kajal and to add the last details for the evening she opened the cap of her new light pink liquid lipstick . Immediately a smell catches her attention. A smell travelled far down from her memory lane. A smell aromated with the essence of memories. A smell that used to bring sparkles to a girl’s eyes. A smell of happiness would be the right illustration I guess.
For a while she stopped and so stopped the world revolving around .Few cluster of moments started flowing by her virtual eyes. A girl dressed up in her new frock complimenting her new shoes. An old lady with a dhunnuchi (an earthen pot stuffed with smoking coconut fiber and aromatic loban dust) filling the room with smoke and heavenly smell of loban. A beautiful lady looking at the mirror, busy placing her saree pallu in the right way. A faint sound of dhak (drum) is coming from a puja pandel nearby. And the little girl with the new shoes just wants to fry following it. But she had to wait. The best part of the evening is yet to come. Once Mom will be ready she will come and hold her cheeks very softly with the tips of her thumb and middle finger and the magic will happen. The girl will now rush to the mirror and her eyes will shine with happiness seeing the colors of her lips. Magic!!! magic indeed !!! Filled in a tiny cylinder waits to be on two tiny lips just for these four days of the year.
She stepped out to the varanda. The sky!! It is soo blue!! Only this time of the year the sky turns soo blue holding the white flappy cottons on it’s heart. Only this time of the year the air around feels so different!!! The romance with nature one could feel now couldn’t for the rest of the year.
A loud horn honked down on the street and she realized she need to go. She closed the slider of her varanda and turns her back on her memories as she slowly walks out of the room .
For a while she stopped and so stopped the world revolving around .Few cluster of moments started flowing by her virtual eyes. A girl dressed up in her new frock complimenting her new shoes. An old lady with a dhunnuchi (an earthen pot stuffed with smoking coconut fiber and aromatic loban dust) filling the room with smoke and heavenly smell of loban. A beautiful lady looking at the mirror, busy placing her saree pallu in the right way. A faint sound of dhak (drum) is coming from a puja pandel nearby. And the little girl with the new shoes just wants to fry following it. But she had to wait. The best part of the evening is yet to come. Once Mom will be ready she will come and hold her cheeks very softly with the tips of her thumb and middle finger and the magic will happen. The girl will now rush to the mirror and her eyes will shine with happiness seeing the colors of her lips. Magic!!! magic indeed !!! Filled in a tiny cylinder waits to be on two tiny lips just for these four days of the year.
She stepped out to the varanda. The sky!! It is soo blue!! Only this time of the year the sky turns soo blue holding the white flappy cottons on it’s heart. Only this time of the year the air around feels so different!!! The romance with nature one could feel now couldn’t for the rest of the year.
A loud horn honked down on the street and she realized she need to go. She closed the slider of her varanda and turns her back on her memories as she slowly walks out of the room .
