Lonely SuMMMer

With ‘Lonely September’ by Plain White T’s playing in the background and I so loving it, it would be a shame if I fail to honor it by naming the post likewise.

But, the heck, neither this is September nor it’s lonely by any chance (though the desire of falling in love subsists: P). So, I would keep the lonely and tweak the latter to su-MMM-er.

So the title goes, “Lonely SuMMMer”. (As if you are too idiot to be told again: P)

But even the former (i.e. lonely) is a misfit after I bought my first android. Now it’s just tad loneliness and too much ‘social’. Though it has gouged a big hole in my pocket (not so big: P), but it’s totally worth it \m/.

(sorry ‘symbian’…I expressed my deep for you in my last post and it was just a couple of weeks later that I ditched you…but I love you…just as I love my granny: P)

Anyways, let’s cut the drivel.

So, back on topic…

Yesterday as I sped back to my refugee from work yesterday, I so craved for mangoes (the AAMSUTRA add made me lust more: P) and all-of-a-sudden, I was catapulted to the times when I was a kid.

The long summer break when we used to pilgrimage to dadi’s and nanni’s (especially dadi’s)…

We used to live in a suburb and that summertime visit to the city of lakes, Bhopal, was awaited year long.

Waking up to the best parathas and a glass of bournvita wala milk and then rushing out to play cricket under the scorching sun with my cousins and a bunch of idiots from the colony, of whom I hardly remember anything, made up the pre-noon session.

And then followed the lusty treat of mangoes…the ‘meant-to-be’ supplement were consumed like lunch with greed and passion.

And winning the pulpy stone that my mother used to core out of mango (I would rather call it AAM KI GUTHLI) at the end was such a delight.

I so miss the times we used to play cricket in the scorching heat under the shade of the GIGANTI C mango tree that lay in the periphery of 119/15, Shivaji Nagar,… and when we used to occasionally slip into the kitchen to have that mouthwatering mix of bournvita and shakkar.

I miss when my Baba used to take us to Gautam Nagar in the evening and we used to have lots of Golgappe and ice-cream. K

(Miss you Baba)

And yeah, I am totally wrong in saying that it’s no way lonely.

Nothing, be it your new phone, your laptop, facebook, twitter, blog or whatever…nothing can make life as good as it is with the dear ones.

Now it’s bad…it has been. It’s dead lonely now.

P.S.- Tribute to all those who have been a part of this beautiful journey. 

         (varun malik, kumud sharma, tarun mallik, neema sharma, shuchita malik, atul malik, ashish malik)

P.S.- photo courtes: Kumud Sharma.