Nostalgia Revisited :)

A coupla days back...me and Deepti, my roommate, decided to take a walk after our dinner. She asked me first and I readily excitedly agreed. We had literally stuffed ourselves with the delicious pancha-pakvaan type food. Yea..we donot hesitate to accept that we are foodie maniacs and love to experiment. We picked up our jackets and off we went down the apartment stairs to enjoy a brisk walk in the cool breeze. Such walks were very common for us a year ago when we used to stay in the university housing called Cambridge Oaks. Back then, me and guddi (Deepti) used to be regularly joined by mona (Monali) and manu (Manjiri), our ex-roommates. And believe me for us the walks were no less than an hour of enthusiam filled chitar chatter. If I ain't find none of them, then my friend bri (brinda) had to come...emphasize on Had to. And she readily agreed.

Coming back to my walk with guddi recently, we were very exalted and started taking a walk. Round and round the huge parking space we strode. The moon shone bright and the sky was spotless covered with clouds. I couldnt find the constellations that I always look at. The best being "Orion" the one in the shape of a warrior. Endless talks, endless steps....endless gazes at the moon. Wow..after so long. It had nearly been a month to be back to being a walkaholic. If there would have been "frequent-walker-miles", I bet no one cud have bet us...lolz.

As usual, we intiated our conversation with tit bits about the current happening around the world. About our thesis, where is it going or is it really at inertia? What to cook the next day, when to do the groceries, and so on. But then as expected from girls, no sooner we turned into Gossip mongers. Believe me the best time to gossip is during a walk in a coolbreeze. Slowy and slowy we became homesick and chatted about our family. The usual habits of dads and moms of the world and how younger bros pretend to be studs. lolz...u guessed it right. We were discussing about the similarity in our families. Taking about one similarity, me and deepti have a gujju connection. Its different though. She is a gujju born raised outside gujarat girl and I m a non gujju born raised in gujarat girl. Strange but unique.

Suddenly our babbling took a turn and we went into the sands of time to delve into our school days, the hostel life and much more during that era. Deepti took the charge of most our talk. She had spent most of her life in hostel. She went on lengths describing about the hardships of being a kid raised in the hostel life. Needless to mention that there also were those competitive challenges to oversome the attitudes of other kids. She went on and on. I was listening and enjoying and also incorporating some of my remembrances back from school. But as I heard deepti more and more, I realized that was it that I missed the hostel life or was I that lucky to be with my parents during my childhood? And that thought did remain in my empty floor for the whole night.

Nostalgia revisited. Even though we returned back to our apartment dead exhausted, the thought still kept ringing in my mind. We went to sleep. hmm..actuallly I pretended to sleep since I was still thinking about the same thing. I gazed back over those years and memories of all the fun and frolic became afresh. Times spent with my parents, bro, and friends..and so on. How lucky I was to have been blessed with those moments. And although very trifle, the memories brought a huge smile on my face and to remain in my heart for ever.