I miss the good old days. Sundays used to be special as that was the day when dad personally went to the butchers shop and got mutton for the house. Sundays were synonymous with Mutton curry and rice. Some Sundays, whichbwere around birthdays in the family, we all gathered at my Aunty's place. The celebrations were almost always potluck dinner. We had songs and dances with someone singing, someone playing the guitar, someone whistling ....we had so much fun with so little. Ordering food from outside was almost non existent. Something changed and today all I see are food ordered from outside with Netflix playing in the backdrop and one or two friends drinking together. I miss the good old days. They were so special. 😊
Everyday, there are tiny emotions and brain waves - some real and some imaginary, touch us and help us experience something new. Something that we have not experienced before. Something that made us a little older, a little wiser, a little sadder, a little happier and a little more humane....I am trying to catch these thoughts and brainwaves and sharing with you...for you to live them, through my eyes...