Coffee With Mi

Mi, I toast you with a tumbler of freshly brewed kaapi!

Something Beginning With N

And it is N for Nostalgia.

Walks to the milk booth at 5 am in the morning, reciting nursery rhymes

Being told that God blessed me each time there was a breeze and a leaf fell on my head

Asking me to smile, even through the tears

A brand new blue lace frock with satin ribbons and everything else matching in the same shade of blue

An inflatable crow, because I loved it

I wonder what happened to Lilly, my inflatable skinny doll.

I miss Tony. I am glad I have Peggy.

Waiting for 8 pm on Wednesdays for Binaca Geet Mala so I could listen to those songs

Fairy Tales that never ended from Gopu Mama every night

Watching the Marathi school through our window and dreaming

Receiving a pack of chocolates and having a good laugh when it read Rajangaon and not Ravalgaon. Who remembers these names?

Enjoying chuskis made of shaved ice called golas, outside school, thrilled that I had 10 p. to add the dollop of honey on top of the crushed ice, and then dying of guilt because you told me not to.

Longing for that toffee from the road side hawker driving the flies away from his newspaper covered slab which he broke in uneven pieces depending on the bidder.

Wishing I had metal braces in my mouth at age 7 just like my cousin Jayashree because I thought it looked so cool.

Praying that I would grow up soon and look after you as you looked after me

Samosas and jalebis from Shree Bajrang Sweet House at Diamond Point along with those little yellow pedhas.

That thick milk payasam that Padma unfailing made for every birthday since my 24th.

Vidur as a baby, toddler

And for you, me as a baby. Here’s a pic of us. The only one.

Vidya Sury and Devi Nostalgia

FMS Photo A Day August

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
Marcel Proust

How sad and bad and mad it was – but then, how it was sweet
Robert Browning

Every man’s memory is his private literature.
Aldous Huxley

We do not remember days; we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”

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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

17 thoughts on “Something Beginning With N

  1. This is sheer nostalgia! It is so amazing that these small pieces of the past can bring such a warm smile and a happy feeling even today! 🙂

    1. Oh Shilpa, I could write a book of nostalgia lists. 😀 Congratulations on completing the UBC Challenge. I am very proud of you and love your A-Z on the Challenge. I am sad I couldn’t stick with it beyond Day 3…but then there were other priorities.

      Hugs! Thanks for commenting! What next?

  2. I’m feeling all warm and sweet because of all the lovely memories your post holds Vidya! 🙂 🙂 Its amazing how you can write like this… I would love to learn from you. And that pic is so sweet… if only there more cameras like we have today, you would have had more pics na.

    1. 🙂 Bhavya, thanks. Yes, I am so lucky to have this photo, courtesy my Uncle, who gave it to me only a few years ago. Those days, cameras were around, but we couldn’t afford one. I remember my cousin once got a camera and took a lot of photos – all tiny prints. 😀 Now I am curious to find them in my box of photos. I ought to scan them, no?

      The frock i am wearin in this photo was made of “twinkle nylon” 😀

  3. Such a lovely post ! You know, I could identify with almost all. Even those efforts at buying stuff from hawkers near the school, when strictly forbidden from home … 🙂

    1. Ah yes. I used to receive 5 paise every Tuesday to do as I wished, Suranga. 😀 I would be dying to spend it on toffee, chana or chuski. Yet, in my indecision, I would end up just saving those coins. There’s a lesson in there, eh? 😀 Thank you for commenting. Very nice to have you here!

  4. So much of warmth and memories in your post… and you have written it so brilliantly too… And Pic is also so cute and nostalgic. As Bhavya said, if cameras were more common then, would have been lucky to see many old pics..

  5. Nostalgic I am right now. That ice golas! But never had the honey in Delhi. Just the sharbats of all colors! I loved mine bathed in green. 🙂
    Samosas and jalebis! Now you obviously know my love for jalebis 😀
    A feel-good post you can always go back to when in a not-so-good mood.

    1. Naina, those golas were 5 paise for the sharbat and an extra 5 paise for the honey. Sigh. I wouldn’t dare go for one today! Yes, we’re partners in jalebi-love. Thank you for visiting!

  6. So many lovely memories…Am glad you remember all the good stuff. I’m trying to be s2s – long way to go! 😉

    1. Corinne, I’ve lost so many close family members unexpectedly over the past three years…I find it is good for my soul to remember the good moments, rather than the not so good.

      Life is too short to rehash and dwell on what doesn’t make you happy.

      As for the way, you might be pleasantly surprised to find that it is shorter than you think!

      With love, Vidya.

  7. Wow…such fond memories 🙂 🙂 Lv your expression in the photo….You are amazed and curious abt getting clicked I guess!

    1. Thanks Aditi – I think I was seven or eight months old in the photo. Haha – as for the expression – you know those days they had these cameras on a tripod and the cameraman had his head and camera covered with a black cloth! 😀

  8. I am so glad that you are doing the August Photo-A-Day! I made if half way through June’s and then life got entirely too hectic. I think it is such a great idea that you are using the prompt to blog as well! Lovely, lovely, lovely.
    I am passing along an award to you: Wonderful Team Member Readership Award because I have to pass it on to 14 people and I chose to pass it on to the last 14 people who commented on my blog.
    Peace and love,
    Brandy Brandy’s Bustlings

  9. It’s really the little things that count! 🙂 Such a beautiful photo!!

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