Most of my posts hold a touch of nostalgia. I mean what kinda man is he who doesn't look back at the path he has traveled.. It’s not very often that one gets a perfect moment to travel back time.. By perfect I mean, a slightly chilly rainy Saturday morning, with nothing big to bother you in the course of the day, lying comfortably in your warm bed, propped up by cuddly pillows, after a cup of warm milk.... Hey, hold on... As much as I do wish to have had such a peaceful moment to go mushy over the past, circumstances here were a total contrast! Mom had woken me up (literally dragged me out of bed.. I woke up just before she actually emptied the bedside jug on me!).. It was just NINE!!! Some two hours before my holiday wake-up time!
Having been roused rather unceremoniously, I got to drink some very cold milk (was too lazy to heat it up).. It was raining badly outside... Half an hour later, I found myself in the middle of huge piles of books (Its cleaning day!!! How exciting!!).. In those thirty minutes, I did somehow manage to make my sister cry, mom was furious and it was more like grounding both of us by making us clean the library.. I was sniffing(partly because I scolded badly and mostly because of the dust) and was unwillingly sorting out the books... A few books were sorted out uneventfully... Then came a very old book titled "Ivan and the wolf".. I slowly drift away into dreamland...
Ivan from the Ukrainian tales was one of my first crushes... Dad was always my favorite storyteller and my earliest stories were that of a not-so-handsome, not-so-clever prince, but a winner in the end..Ivan! The cover page had Ivan plucking the golden apples in his father's backyard... I picked up a bundle of rotting comics.. Some of them had been my favorite... Memories of school days, secretly sneaking a couple of books to spend time in class during lunch (those were the days when I was an outcast in class).. The old school library that used to remind yes, spooky and me of the medieval castles, dark, silent..Loved getting lost in a book there, with the irritating school bell heralding the end of the library hour... I was a fanatic in my 9th.. Spent most of my hours in the library in an old chair near the last bookshelf at the end of the corridor..
Thinking about school days opened a huge collection of memories inside my head... My friends (very few), my teachers, classes, tuitions, festivities and all those beautiful moments that can never be erased... I had something to hold on to, in every person or thing I've come across...
By this time Ani (my sis) must have got irritated seeing me daydream while she was actually working hard, and the result was a sharp sudden pain in my head (yeah yeah.. she chucked a book on me and that hit the targeted spot too).. A small fight followed… Grumbling badly(you can guess..Mom supported her coz even she was pissed at me day-dreaming!) I picked up the book… It was one of those sweet historical romances I flicked from the library (hey hey hey.. flicked in the sense I liked it so much so I paid for it).. Reverie session-2 began..
History was always one of my favorite subjects, mainly because, I’ve read more than my teachers and it was one subject were dreaming in class was a legal affair! From history, my thoughts moved on to some of the cute guys I’ve come across in life (no elaboration… this is too public!!) I was trying to fit them one by one in the hero’s role(me the heroine of course)… The guy who fit the most was someone who was not in the list!! So to escape the nightmare, I shook myself back to reality and resumed(??!!!) working…
I had found my old kavithai (poetry) notebook with a collection of some super cute (NTPK) poems of mine. And work came completely to a halt.. I was reliving all those wonderful times, which had inspired me to write… By this time, mom’s temper had crossed the maximum limit.. She was so exasperated that she chased me out of the room.. Reverie cut off abruptly… Will resume sometime later!
