Saturday Night

'Hello, I just called to talk...' - a line most of us have experienced in our lives.

Some are unlucky enough to spend their nights together and hence miss the ecstasy:
of having to hold an inanimate object to your ears for hours together, speaking sweet nothings into the mouth-piece ;

of waiting for the tinkering of the bell in the middle of the night to wake you up out of your 'sleep' ;
to listen to the voice of the 'person' ;
to feel and enjoy the pain of not being able to be close to them ;
to long for a meeting with him / her ;
to prioritize 'them' more than your sleep...

My Saturday nights had been largely spent cozily in my bed till the very recent times. With the advent of the mobile, you were available all the times and receiving / giving calls at late hours became more and more common.

An ode to my Granny - SB

October 26, 2005

She sang lullabyes to me when I was a kid, she made 'besan ke ladoos' for my brother PB when we visited her from Calcutta (and later also), she made lemon peel pickle (nimbu ka lachedar, paani waala achar) for us during summers.

It was her who knitted the sweaters for me and my brother for the cold winters of Delhi. It was her who wished the best for us always. Her blessings were with me during my exams, my college days and the day I left for Bangalore to join the rat race.

Her smiling face, her serenity and wise guidances are things which will be missed a lot. Although she breathed her last today, she stil lives in the hearts of her husband, her kids, her grand-kids and her grand-grand kids.

Long due memorial from my side to my Granny.