nostalgia knocks again.
little bottled up pictures and songs and comments and feelings.all popping up when you least expect them to.
its the goddam book i think.
making me remember things that i had packed away in neat little packages, gathering dust in the basement somewhere. its a cobwebby world, this world inside.all interconnected,sometimes dead, sometimes sizzling with electricity.storing blanked out parts of my life.like when i believed we would be fed to great big alsatians if we didnt behave in a school where i went to 'timepass.' teesta,who flowed and died.the early morning flower picking sessions for ashtami-anjali.what i felt when i had to choose the better parent right in front of the mamas and the papas.kissysister and snoggyuncle.tiny's pottysmelling. the time when we would lie flat in the verandah and try scaring people.we'd say, "ei rasta theke jawa baron. amra tomake khoon korbo.amra bhoot bolchi.."
running about the house in nothing but panties.little panty bhoots laughing.panta bhaat gulping.barbie doll nose chewing.leboo and pyara stealing.drinking from a kacher glass for the first time.bonu,tinoo and i chan-ing together and doing the liril swish of the head with the la-la-laas. eating ek taka kalo jaam every single day.cycle racing.running after imaginary taxies.taxxeeeee.playing baddi in the bedroom...
forever exploring.experimenting.

it was the best of times. and the bestest of times.