Childhood.
That most treasured phase of life! That perfect time, when happiness was unadulterated, love was unassuming, and everything could just be made alright by the magical sight of Luchi!
No wonder, we always (if not often) go to draw comfort and the warm fuzzy feeling from the deep and how-so-ever entwined memoirs of that blissful period of our lives -- aka our "childhood"!
And it never fails!
Cut to the present day scene, of late, I have been having some bat-shit crazy days (which unfortunately trickles down to nights). And hence, I go back, and draw my elixir from none other than the fabled land of childhood. And not very surprisingly, it all comes down to that one simple thing. Luchi. Something, that made me feel -- that everything is alright, the world is not bad, and of course, the cats can be avoided.
And so today, I went back to my childhood. To feel, once again that unassuming love. That unadulterated happiness. And that magic!
Yes, this time, I had to make it my myself. This time, there was no waiting with bated-breath for the "phulo luchi" hot on the plate. But, this time too, it was the same excitement, nevertheless, to see the luchi swell up and still be the pristine white!
And then the same mad rush to wolf it all down while hot. Doesn't matter, what I am having the luchi with. That is secondary. Heck, even tertiary, if I may.
And yes, it all felt like that same warm fuzzy feel. Like Bruno hugs. Like Mamma feeding me.
And yes, I live to take the world as it comes, another day!
