The Yellow Butterfly

M of #AtoZChallenge  प्रिय मुलुंड,  मी तुला खुपचं miss करते! मी ह्या जागच्या पाठीवर कुठेही राहीले तरी,  तूचं माझं कायमचं घर अशील!  तुझ्या रस्त्यांमध्ये एक वेगळीचं warmth आहे, ओलावा आहे, comfort आहे !  दूर बसूनही मी बऱ्याचदा तुझ्या रस्त्यांमध्ये रमतगमत फिरत असते.  बरंच काही शोधात असतें, बर्याच आठवणी आठवतं असते! कदाचित मी त्या ओळखीच्या रस्त्यांवर,  स्वतःचीच पुसट झालेली ओळख शोधत असेन ? माझ्या मुलुंड पूर्व मध्ये कोणी हरवूनही हरवणार नाही!  सगळे रस्ते, सगळे गल्ले, सगळे कोपरे, अगदी जाणून आहे मी!  लांब चालतही गेले ना, तरी घरी परतायचा रस्ता सापडतोच!  गोल आणि छोटं आहे नं माझं मुलुंड East!  कुठूनही सुरु केलं तरी तिथंच येऊन पुन्हा सुरु करू शकतो!  ती झाडं, ती सावली पण लक्षात आहे,  अगं मीच काय,  तुझ्या त्या Saidhan जवळच्या झाडावर पण, पीढोन-पीढी राहणाऱ्या चिमण्या पण दर संध्याकाळी तेवढाच किलबिलाट करतात! खाली रस्त्यावर दर महिन्याला वाढणारा traffic क...

Kaal Gauri ani me kharya arthane sakkhe shejari zalo. Shejari kase asavet? Jey ekmekanchya ghari yeun have tey khanyacha jhinnas, kutchi goshta magun gheun jaanare- sakhar, virjanasathi dahi, aala aani vattel tey! Jey ekmekanshi daarat ubhe rahun gappa martat aani khup charcha kartat; Jey ghari banavlelya recipes exchange karun ekmekanna manapasun appreciate karnare asey shejari! Tar hya majhya definitions madhe basel ashya prakarche ‘shejari’ kaal Gauri ani me zalo. Kahi divsannpurvi me ghari jevayla hote. Aaini kutchitari boring bhaaji keleli. Me jevayla basnarach, tevdhyat bell vajli. Baghte tar Gauri ani tichya haatat zakleli vaati. Gauri ne swataha chicken curry keli hoti. Tey ti muddamun majhyasathi taste karayla gheun aali hoti. Tey jevan kay masta lagla mahitye ka! Mag kaal me swatahun kolambicha kalvan kela hotå. Mag hyaveli me tichya ghari dabba pochavla. Ghari parat yetana, jey satisfactory feeling ani ananda hota tey mhanje ‘shejarpancha’! Mala vatt...

It was a beautiful night. The snow sat still and the stars shone bright. Andrea’s house was the tiniest on the lane yet the lights wrapped around her roof and the fence made her house look the prettiest. She lived alone. Her children had grown up and had settled in other cities. Her grandchildren visited her once a year in summer. But t onight, she was not going to be alone. Tonight was Christmas night. It was going to be a special night.  Tonight, she had invited all the people she loved. Andrea had cooked a delicious meal of chicken and steak. She had baked her famous fruit and wine cake and made a special batch of choco chip cookies. The table was set with cutlery and candles. The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated and around it laid wrapped gifts for everyone, handpicked by Andrea. Just as the clock struck six, her people walked in.  First one was her best friend, Lucy with whom she had shared her entire life, followed by Lucy’s husband, James. Then wal...