Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Nostalgia - Starry night and the little girl



Yesterday, I was returning from the office. A gust of wind caressed my face. It cheered my dampened spirits. It was going to rain. It was then I saw them - a husband and wife sitting in front of their house in two plastic chairs, happily chatting.  I remembered that they used to sit in front of their house, may be after dinner, every day. It reminded me in a strange way that I was alone. Perhaps that might be the reason, why I seem to clearly saw the couple that particular day whom I used to pass every day.

I would be exaggerating if I call it a house. But it was a home.  Every day I used to sneak – peek into their room. They lived in a small room, crammed with things right from the cot to the kitchen wares . They ironed clothes in the morning to make a living.  And in the night, they would sit and spend sometime in respite.

This took me back to several years. I was a little girl of 10 or 11 years old with little worries. Our first house was one – storied and I loved it. We had a spacious and open terrace. In the night, most of the days we ( Father, mother, little brother and myself ) used to go to the terrace after dinner. We would sit there for a long time. I don't remember what my mom and dad used to talk then.  But I was all over the place with my little brother.

Sometimes, I would lay on the terrace looking up at the starry sky. There were several times I counted stars. There were many times, I 'd seen faces of men and women in the moon. But, I had never told it to anybody. That was my little secret.

Whenever my parents' eyes slipped away, I used to walk on the parapet of the house which was like a flattened ' V' kept upside down. I loved my terrace. Whenever I looked from there, I felt as if I was seeing the infinity.

We avoided the terrace when it rained. Those days, we would sit in our sit out area   which was little bit elevated from the ground. It has no doors. I would make small boats and float it in the water that filled the area. In the night, I could hear the  casuarina trees lined in front of our house whispering to each other. Those were beautiful nights.

Will I get back those nights ? Will sit in an open terrace, setting aside all my worries and once again look at the stars and the sky?