A day with my dad where he gets to talk and I get to keep quiet for once
A day with my grandpa and grandma, put my head on her lap and sleep for a minute, even if only a minute, just like when I was a small kid, put my ear to grandpas tummy and listen to rumbling noises and giggle
a trip to kapalishwar temple in mylapore with grandparents, share a goli soda with my brother, a paalgoa for each of us with a transluscent paper with the kapali temple on the paper in bright red, some kaara sevai from the ambika appalam depot, a stop at RUBY stores to buy a chandamama or champak, watch grandma bargain with the vegetable vendors
a trip to the marina with my brother and sister and some soan papdi from the cute bell jar
a jackie chan movie at alankar with my brother
walking around the srigery mutt temple behind my mom
perform topaz blade surgery on my sisters dolls with my brother as assistant surgeon
watch my dad bargain with an autorickshaw driver for 15 minutes for a trip that might take him only ten
fold clothes from the clothesline on the terrace and watch the kites
eat pori kadalai from Kapali kadalai Nilayam and savor it one rice grain at a time, and marvel at how some pori tastes a little bland, some a little salty and once in a while that single grain of arisi pori just tastes perfect!
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Some of these might come true soon in some form or other. The rest will be retreived from permanent memory, savored in otherwise sad times, and be neatly tucked back in, for the sights, sounds and smells of a time long gone are still in the head, with definition better than any blue ray disk can offer, better than any photo or video ever stored.
Life takes you places, but sometimes when it takes you to the same place, there is a certain magic to it!
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