of course natural....

I go back in time if some of the things waft through the breeze....I love to sit and do some idle chat when it rains... smelling the rain and sand. Even today I get transported to those times when I used to spend my time with my cousins at either my grandmother's or uncle's doing nothing. Just play with all of them. Stupid fights, joining groups and then compromises. Movies in the nearest theatre with popcorn and sometimes icecream with a word of caution everytime, வேண்டாம்! சளி பிடிச்சுக்கும் , அப்புறம் உங்கம்மா திட்டுவா!! which would cost 30Rs maximum if the 5 of us go. And now??? Can you imagine that, at chennai going to a multiplex for a movie and popcorn during the intervals burn a hole in your pocket?



Sharing between almost a dozen of us seemed so good, so right and so natural at that time...



பாட்டி's extra affection for her only grandson, our reaction, at 10 or so... ! அவனும் பொண்ணாவே பொறந்திருக்க கூடாதா?? now we just think back and laugh at our stupid thoughts...



When I think of that unconditional moments, I wish I could stay 10 forever, enjoying the innocence the age gives you.



I am sure most of us, tamilians have manythings in common like these...

As soon as you hear a thunder and see a lightning, then boom, the power's gone in a jiffy. Then we take a candle or a chimni and start doing the homework or study for our exams, with the frogs singing (croaking..of course, I didn't want to hurt the frog's feelings)in the background. It was only during power cuts we will search for something and as soon as we find it spending the whole hour searching in the semi-darkness, then the tubelight would start blinking. Yeah...power is back... Then of course, you curse the electricity board... கடன்காரன் ஏன் தான் இப்படி கரண்ட கட் பண்றானோ.. sometimes the heartwarming and obviously stomach filling நிலா சோறு ...



Not a day goes without longing for a sip of அம்மா 's coffee for the cappucino lovers... now you just heave a sigh at the sight of the coffee machines at the office (this is for the ITians)...



It goes without saying that how we long for those வடாம் and ஊறுகாய் from பாட்டி வீடு. Ah! the taste of பாட்டி வீட்டு அவியல் is heaven!! even ரசம் சாதம் with அப்பளம், when all the cousins eat together, we call it கை சோறு .. hmmm.. I can't seem to go on..



But here are as many self-explanatory stuff.. mangoes and watermelons in summer (always fighting for the bigger slices), deepavali special oil-baths and get-togethers, special blessings from elders with 10 Rs on occasions like deepavali or birthdays, lying on அம்மா 's lap, listening to the tittle-tattle of அம்மா and பாட்டி , dressing in அம்மா 's/அப்பா 's clothes and looking at the mirror (when will I grow big??), often being told பெரிய மனுஷன் மாதிரி பேசாத...



We all would eagerly await the summer holidays for all they were real celebrations...



But everybody is grown up now, flown out of the nest, living their very own life. But there is nothing like being a little girl or a boy again, isn't it?