Nuts n memories...
Sometimes insignificant things which are in someway related to our loved ones become so important for us. It is separation that teaches us to value these things.
I had a packet of roasted nuts my dad had bought in Ahmedabad. When he carried this packet to Rajasthan he had no clue that i would be carrying it all the way to Kolkata. Once here, each day i would pull out couple of nuts from the packet merrily munching on them, making my mind mill thoughts. Sometimes i would just stare at the packet, trying to read the words in Gujarati painted on it. The nice salty taste f the nuts made me wonder what the man who owned the factory that produced these nuts would be like. I tried guessing whether these nuts were famous in Gujarat..whether every housewife made sure that a packet of these nuts was always available in the house..and then I would think about my dad. Peace,mirth..happiness would seep in from all sides..I would feel im floating in thin air...mummy..papa...home...!
For 13 odd days i gobbled these nuts sometimes little, sometimes more than little but alas! everything comes to an end and so have the nuts! All that im left with is the empty packet with its Gujarati label in blue. Im thinking of treasuring this packet for some more time. Not having it will not make much of a difference, but having it will make me feel closer to dad. Who knows sometimes i might just stare at it munching some other variety of nuts and allow the same thoughts to percolate in. Ultimately it will make me feel closer to home.
Sometimes insignificant things which are in someway related to our loved ones become so important for us. It is separation that teaches us to value these things.
I had a packet of roasted nuts my dad had bought in Ahmedabad. When he carried this packet to Rajasthan he had no clue that i would be carrying it all the way to Kolkata. Once here, each day i would pull out couple of nuts from the packet merrily munching on them, making my mind mill thoughts. Sometimes i would just stare at the packet, trying to read the words in Gujarati painted on it. The nice salty taste f the nuts made me wonder what the man who owned the factory that produced these nuts would be like. I tried guessing whether these nuts were famous in Gujarat..whether every housewife made sure that a packet of these nuts was always available in the house..and then I would think about my dad. Peace,mirth..happiness would seep in from all sides..I would feel im floating in thin air...mummy..papa...home...!
For 13 odd days i gobbled these nuts sometimes little, sometimes more than little but alas! everything comes to an end and so have the nuts! All that im left with is the empty packet with its Gujarati label in blue. Im thinking of treasuring this packet for some more time. Not having it will not make much of a difference, but having it will make me feel closer to dad. Who knows sometimes i might just stare at it munching some other variety of nuts and allow the same thoughts to percolate in. Ultimately it will make me feel closer to home.
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