Being
at Bemina –my aunt’s home, after so much of time for so many days feels so
good. Being here at this at this time of the year, winter, reminds me of the
time we had spent here last year. I used to get up early morning, hurrying to
leave for NP Singh’s Chemistry classes at Baghat, the auto-wallah waiting for
me outside the gate- ringing the bell after every two minutes saying that I
(read: he)was getting late and then worrying about reaching the class so late. J
I
miss Chotu today. Bemina without Chotu is incomplete. He had been one of the
most caring people here last year. I remember tickling him like anything,
making him tell me jokes, asking him to make Kehwa for me and a million things.
Anyways,
I have many beautiful memories associated with this place. From coming being
scared of stone pelters to writing my exams, everything is in the deep
treasures of my heart. When I drive on the streets of Bemina, I have a very
strangely good feeling in my heart. I
miss the moments I learnt to drive on these streets. And yeah, how can I forget
the days I was learning to ride a cycle and Seema Di screaming at me because of
that.
I
do not get any peace of heart at home or for that matter anywhere now. But
Bemina makes me feel alive. I miss this place. I don’t go to any relatives’
place usually but I am always more than ready to come here.
It
is so maybe because the only place we got real care and got time to revive our
lives after having spent half a year in living the Tragic Event at Baramulla.
These were the people who got us time to get our lives back on track. Helped us
learning to live again. Loved us unconditionally. Encouraged us to move on.
Although,
I cannot forget Seema Di’s anger and her tantrums. But now, I never feel bad
about it. It is a part of her. She’ll get cramps if she doesn’t get angry over
anything in the day and doesn’t throw her tantrums. :P I love her. And I love
Khaloojan and their Children.
I
miss Seema di’s children too today. They’re at Jammu with Khaloojan these days.
Hope to see em soon....
PS: I was wondering who'd squint his eyes like I am doing nowadays. I remembered that i had this habit last year as well. I get it from Nasir Sir. I love it when he squints his eyes after solving each question. :)
3 comments:
This is a gorgeous place. Do you know that I have never seen fresh snow in my entire life? It never snows in Delhi.
You deserve some happiness. Even I am hesitant about going to my relative's place.
That is my Mausi's house, Shriya. I love going there.
Yes, it doesn't snow in Delhi. Why don't you come to Kashmir next winters? We get a lot of snow here.
Kashmir is a pretty valley. You can stay at my home...
Aw! That's so sweet of you to offer. I am afraid this decision doesn't depend on me. It depends on the whole family.
I'll remember this, though. :)
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