Hacking The Past Away

hi TM,

Yes, a Sad post about sweet memories..written so well that like others I could almost smell the fragrance and picture little giggly girls gathering the pavizhamalli under the tree...and can perfectly relate to your feelings as the house i grew up in mumbai is now broken down along with the huge mango tree in the center to give way for a huge apartment block....

 

Hi Twinsmom,

Beautiful write up with lovely image-evoking words...

 

Dear Twinsmom,

The moment I see a post by you, I know that there awaits a pure bliss! That's what I experience every time I read your posts. You are a gifted writer and it is no surprise that almost all of your posts find their way to FP forum!

Reading this post was like turning the pages of a very colorful and beautifully illustrated childrens' book. It took me to my own childhood and I could almost feel the parijathams in my hands and smell their sweet scent. I remember threading them into fine garlands which later would adorn the various Gods in the puja room.

By the end of the post, I could feel the fresh warm air around my hair and smell the Tulasi and Gandharajan and taste the crisp and sour nellikai. I was suddenly in the tropical gardens of good old India and forgot the chill around me! Says a lot about your 'penmanship'.

Only, you did not provide an answer to a very pressing question that haunted me throughout the read and still does. Why did your neighbor fell a lovely old parijatha tree? Why oh why?

L, Kamla