Was our first trip outside home other than temple as a family. We made it to Ooty. I exactly don’t remember how many days we stayed there, but definitely we had a great time. One of my dad’s cousin bro, whose name demands a great respect in me, was probably AGM of a national bank then and he was given a big estate kind of home.
We had other cousins come over and we really had a great fun. We went around the city, we talked, glared at the roses….everything was a first time for me. On our way up the hill, the bus was parked at a uphill curve and my dad took me out to pee and also he bought me strawberries and some more fruits. I remember strawberries in particular for that was the first time I ate them and my dad bought it with all excitement for me.
As the bus rode higher and higher, I was all ecstatic looking at the scenic beauty as we ascended, but sadly the sun descended. The home that we landed was one of the best I have seen in my life. Rather than seen, I have lived in the past since my origin on this earth. I cannot express how big the home was in itself, amid the blooming roses of vibrant colors, with tall tress on all sides with a valley kind of scene around the back of the home.
It was also the first time I got together with my cousin whom I often don’t get to see. Well, what made me to remember this today? Well on that night we landed, Minsara kanavu was telecasted via a pirated cassette in the local cable and I happened to watch it with my sis as a family.
Now why did I remember this trip now? Well after a long time I heard minsara kanavu songs. Just like each song that you grew up with has a memory associated with it, so does this too…….Along with that I remembered, that was our last family trip, that was the last time some one bought me berries in india, that was the last time I watched movie with my sisters and finally that was the last time I met those cousins I guess…….
On a lighter note, the only thing that remained the first time and still continues is watching movies…
Come what may!!! Life keeps moving.
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