For a moment I stood there with eyes closed, not exactly mumbling a prayer, you see. I had the locker of the bero open and I got that unmistakable and moving fragrance from it. Few things do have a telling effect on you. For me this turned out to be one. The small photo of the lord, a small sachet of sandal powder tied so tight that it begged for a release, the faint smell of flower dust packet hidden somewhere beneath the dresses in the rows below blended well with it. The small jewel boxes with dull gold and covering items seemed to glitter more than they would, in dull light, within the locker. All these created a surreal effect first, adding a lot of nostalgia and a sense of belonging later on. I remembered those days when I was a kid again. I used to stretch myself a bit to see whats inside the locker at our home and my eyes would gleam, seeing the small television shaped hundi which had all my savings [my sister's too]. My parents would encourage us giving ten rupee notes during occasions like Diwali and birthdays then, which were huge for us and we would at times be reluctant to put that money in. At times when alone, I used to shake it hard, hoping that it would give in. I never had any inclination to spend it, but just wanted to know how much was inside. Then my focus turned to the bigger hundi where my father put the first currency note of any amount received and he follows it till now. When we pay a visit to Him, we should be using that money, he would say, but being middle-class where the expense came in showers but income in odd drizzle, this never happened. Coming back to that smell and of course those old notes which my father preserves tilldate, a peculiar but very lovable smell came from them as well. I wondered the clarity of the print in those old rupee notes [be it one rupee or a hundred] and they still give you a feel that you've got a plenty if you hold them, as against the thousand rupee notes today, which just like to and does disappear the moment you touch it. I feel guilty of not following this practice of my father, for I know how it really helped us after 20th of every month when we needed money urgently. Its like loaning from yourself and my father was very particular and setting the loan account straight by the end of the year where the 'rightful' amount went back, only to disappear within days. Now? I am using my credit card, you see! And feel like kicking myself during the pay by date, vowing to cut it a bit every time. Adding to these are the timeless gems that are enough to get you happier. An odd photo of a relative not alive, the gold plated medals which are black, the account books which were kept along all the years, thus making other books and magazines envy, those old account details in them, which makes you crawl and shake your head in bewilderment [one of my aunt's marriage expense (jewels excluded) was, hold your breath, Rs. 153-/- in early fifties]. I hope you've seen a view finder before. At the click of a button or a whack on a lever, it just showed you all images one by one and like a child seeing the star filled sky through a kaleidoscope, each of these things flashed before me, disappearing and coming back again. "Are you taking leave today?", brought me back. The question was asked by my kid, who was longing me to say 'Yes!'. I should add that I was tempted, but had to go. He was crestfallen for a moment and ran like a dart when his favorite song came on TV. I signed off from myself, just finished living those days again, wishing them more often. The blissful joy that we experience as a kid, is definitely closer to divine. What do you say?