The Yellow Butterfly

Happee children’s day Now that i am no longer a kid.. not even a teenager, all i am left with is memories of my kid life and being a bit childlike !  Thought of making a list of what all i miss... well half century toh maar di... can think of more though.... 1    1.       Miss being swung in a chaddur by my parents. 2.      Miss standing on the scooter’s front space holding the handles as my Baba rode. 3.      Miss being cradled and put to sleep. 4.      My aaji drying my wet hair and making funny noises and telling stories! 5.      Miss standing on my toes to reach the wash basin. 6.      Miss playing teacher-teacher with my toys. 7.      Miss playing with that thread tied apple shaped fugga. 8.      Miss being scolded at for not studying. 9.      Miss swinging on the bench. 10.     Miss playing on the slides and the swings, the see saws, the jungle gym! 11.     Miss horse riding in deshmukh garden. 12.    Miss those frilly frocks. 13.     Miss those socks over baller

I met her all along my way. And whenever i did she smiled at me! She always made me smile. She made my day when i was low, made me happier when i was happee... She spoke a lot even in those few seconds.  She is always there! She always makes me smile...  Thank you my dear Yellow Butterfly :) I was new to this place i was going to. I knew no one. All i knew was the Yellow Butterfly. She flutters her wings. Never stays still and flies from one patch of colour to the other. All this while making the onlooker happee. That day the little Yellow Butterfly let me take a look into the world of butterflies. Never had i seen them much just heard about them. Never had i seen them all but that day she showed me all of them!  And they were so beautiful... To me they were the prettiest, the happiest, the most colourful of all creatures on this planet.  All i did as i walked with them was smile. I smiled at every butterfly i spotted. And they smiled back!  Some were black with white polka do

Im dreaming an Aisha( wake up sid's ).... The Living room a white washed walls and the wide spread wall donned a yellow crome colour with the photo frames of my folks and friends, my mumma's water colour paintings and some of her charcoals. i had decided to put off the while lighted tubelights and lit the kandils. The chinese paper lanterns and the very Indian clothed kandil. My room looked looked bright and very beautiful all lit and welcoming. My studio didn't have a bed. It had a gaadi. the one i could convert as a low sitting sofa when i had friends and aai, baba and aaji over.  I had an antique small wooden carved shelf cum desk with my books neatly arranged on it. I had choosen a light shade of pink transparemt curtains for my windows. A thick coat of orange curtains bordered them. A cool breeze made my curtains dance. I let them. I din't really bother tying them. A strong brew of coffee wavered into my studio. The evergreens 'Ajeeb dastana hai yeh',