Nostalgia
Today afternoon as I was sitting on my computer and transcribing medical reports, I just happened to look up out of the window and was struck by how beautiful it was. There was brilliant sunshine, a light breeze, sun dappled leaves, palms swaying in the breeze, and then strains an old Hindi song, a favorite of my dad’s wafted in on the breeze. I was so stuck by the beauty of the moment. It was so quiet and peaceful. I just wanted to sit back and gaze outside and savor the moment. Reminded me of my childhood days spent in my grandma’s house in a small town called Trichur.
Afternoons were my favorite time of the day. All adults would be napping. We kids would settle down with books to read, or go stand in the balcony and watch the road empty and quite with mellow sunshine and breeze, or just play quietly, climb trees to pluck gooseberry, let the air out of neighboring bully’s cycle, generally have a nice time. Good old days those.