Down the memory lane

Evening of Sep. 14, 10 has become an unforgettable eve for me.

We left home for my sister's bestfrnd's marriage in the evening. J drove to Shalimar bagh, we asked for the particular location and reached up there. We were there on the clock as all the 'baaratis' were about to reach the place. D & I hunted for the beautiful bride in the 'Punjabi Bhavan'. And finally after lots of efforts we got the right room and we rushed through it. The bride was looking amazingly beautiful. Her blood red outfit and jewelry which seemed to be heavier than her, was looking superb. Thin golden wires was building lovely designs and vines on her outfit and the blushy make-up and arms & palms covered with 'mehandi' were completing the entire look of this Indian Bride.

Then, we stayed with her and got clicked in some pics.

P, the bride, and D, they became best friends when our families stayed in the same flat. The place where I was born and brought up. Its near Ashok Vihar, Delhi. They lived on the ground floor and we had first floor as our home. The two families had good relations and even now we people keep in touch.

It was a great event and a big one as well. The wedding was so cute & calm though there were many guests. Children were the best part of the place. They were roaming with the invisible guns in their hands all over the place and acted as they are the greatest soldiers and were shooting each other.

After all this, J, D & I went upstairs to stuff our faces. There, I found my damn fav. meal of the marriages, 'chole-chawal'. It has been the most favorite food for a long time, when it comes to marriages. I enjoyed the meal and ate vanilla ice-cream as well.

The time when we took bid farewell from the marriage, I bought a huge orange balloon, shaped classically spherical. Driving back to home we decided to visit my childhood home, my first home. It was still a shabby place with shanty houses, narrow lanes and dirty managements. It was all

same. Some minor changes were visible like the 'mandir' in the so-called park has grown big, covered little more land.

Park, it was no more that looking park in which we used to play at night. Played, roamed, had rides, spreads seeds for plants, brought bricks from there, lit fire in winter evenings by stealing card-board papers & kerosene oil from neighbors and got wounded innumerous times. It was all filled with dirty water, plotted there due to heavy showers in Delhi, this year. After clicking a snapshot of our old house we walked back. Saw the cycle-stand, where we hired cycles many times just @ 2rs. for an hour. Exchanged with friends by making fool of them.

J drove the car as usual, D was on the passenger seat and I was on the back seat with my balloon... :P . On our way back we saw the height of river Yamuna, J clicked some photos of 'purana pul'. My Dad, D & I used to pass over it whenever we visited our taiji's place. It fascinates me a lot. Its all made of iron or steel something and entirely covered with it & I just love it more when I hear the shrilling noises of train. The railway track was on the roof of it. Lots of sounds merge together when coaches of train passes over it.

Forgot to mention earlier that I saw one of my schools, SKV, Ashok Vihar. The school in which a 'kutta' boy, who was basically sitting with me(very sweet & innocent gal) in my exams, had told the teacher about my cheating paper. It was really a tough time, but managed somehow and planned to beat him up after the exam. The brat ran away and I missed the chance. After that I never used any cheating paper ever in my life, "Kutta ladka".......huh!!!

I met my first standard school teacher in the wedding as we entered. They all gave us a warm welcome. The lady is the first cousin of the bride. She was so changed that i didn't even recognized her at her first look. Got to know about it later by D. And we met our ex- neighbors also. There was aunty, and two of her sons. Aunty so grown old and pale. And the sons were grown more than they are suppose to. Whatever but I was feeling so nice to meet them.

So piling up the evening in my words, Im feeling so good. It was all so inexpressibly great. I ate my best meal of childhood and it was same in taste (one of the best part), bought balloon, visited my childhood home, my school, met neighbors, met my teacher (who once told me a story of chocolate house during class) and that bridge. All of these things made the voyage unforgettable. Lovely Life.

"Dont feel sad about all your lost things in the past instead think that future might bring them back, even for a while one day, someday."

So live life everyday, in every way!!!

Love your life & Stay Happy..... :)

Cheers:)