Triveni

Hey Kshetra

How are ya? It’s been a long time, I know. The other day I saw these kids playing cricket and my mind wandered off to A-1 Nirman Park where we used to play cricket with well you know the wooden stick we used as a Bat. Until Nonu’s (aka Arnaaz) dad gifted us a real bat. And just like that those memories started to flow drenching me with a wave of nostalgia. Remember those Boogie-Woogie rip-offs we used to do… that was the first time I discovered my two left feet. And that community show we had put up by collecting money. God I got teased by my brother for days. The trip to Rishikonda Beach… we had hot barbeque… that’s right barbeque-on-the-beach. Deval aunty’s music classes… badminton… gallery (where we had our worst fights)... those little diaries we kept… our cycling tours… hide n seek games we used to play in not just one building but the whole of the colony…and who can forget the “Scary Saturdays” when we used to tell scary stories. I still remember “blue leg” and those sleepless nights I had after.

I sit here on my French window sipping my coffee wondering how my life has changed. It’s been seven long years to all that joy and madness. We both are graduates. And I'm doing a PG Diploma. All that stuff we did, now seems like a distant dream. While doing a PG Diploma in Social Communication Media, life is all about professionalism. Attending lectures by the day… doing assignments by the night. Sleepless nights.. and sleepy days. I wish I had that one last moment of pure joy!!! That swing of the bat when i knew the ball wasnt going to come back... that laugh i laughed when i couldn't get a dance step right... well life isn't always sunshine roses and puppies.

But hey this letter isn't supposed to be an elegy. So period. How about you? LG?

Reply soon!!!

Miss ya

Triveni