Nostalgia

Where to start my darling? When I scent corn on the hob or when I scent cotton candy in the air?

Where to start my darling? When I walk through my old neighborhood, seeing the house I grew up in?

Where to start my darling? When I look at the ocean and remember the phase with my lover?

Where to start my darling? When I leaf through the old photos and remember the days where taking a picture is worth than a lump sum of money?

Where to start my darling? When I walk across the park and remember all the laughter, the playful push, eating grass and sand, keeping eye on mom?

Where to start my darling? When I inhale the aroma coming across my apartment which reminds me of my grandmother’s cooking?

Where to start my darling? When I see grandfather’s taking their grand children to school and how my heart aches with fond memories of mine?

Where to start my darling? When I visit the hospital and look across, see a family praying hoping for a miracle, same way mine did when my uncle was ill?

Where to start my darling? When I see a smart ass replies succinctly to her mother and remember the time I mouthed off to my mom and got verbal slap?

Where to start my darling? When I watch a movie with new friends which makes me remember the times I had with my now estranged ones and how we groove to music and shush anyone talking in theaters?

Where to start my darling? When I see my roommate’s cousins in town and reminded me of how mine were with all their jokes, laughs, snacks, banters?

Where to start my darling? When I prepared breakfast and my daughter asked me why I am crying looking at the receipie?

Where to start my darling? When I put henna on my hand and remembered how mom and granny made it from scratch and applied on my hand and feet for every festival?

Where to start my darling? When I see a play on my daughter’s school and when I remembered how proud my parents were watching me play a role and won first prize?

Where to start my darling? When I look at my backyard and remembered the times I played with my sister, made sand castles, played with my pup.

Oh it is never ending this nostalgia as I am one of the many who remembers a lot and like a Deja vu it hits me often.

By,

Nivijoshi

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