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Kashmiri Pandits' Association, Mumbai, India |
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Remembering
Roots … Rohit Saproo How
I Wish ! •
I could go back to Polo Ground and have those chocolate balls which some
stranger used to provide free of cost..... •
I could go back to that Ganesh ji temple not for praying but for Poodi and
Ladu..... •
I could be allowed to speak on Mahatma Gandhiji in my school function when
I had prepared the whole thing for 3 days and I was not allowed to speak
because they wanted the 1st ranker to speak.... •
I could go back to the time when on Sundays I used to start waiting from 4
o’clock for the 6 o’clock movie..... •
I could still feel that cold water meant what we got from our taps 24
hours..... •
I could still associate the color Blue with sky, White with snow, Green
with un-ripe walnuts, Red with chilly .... •
I could still think of my lunch breaks as going to the ice factory near my
school and stealing ice...... •
I could still go to Bhagwan Gopi Nath Temple for that 'tåhår' (yellow
rice) and 'tsarvan'..... •
I could still pick my cousins/relatives from Rainawari and somehow
traverse an unknown way and reach Dal Lake... •
My papa could still wake me up at 5.00 am on Sunday morning and take me to
Shankaracharya temple followed by bath at Durga Nag, followed by some
Chola-pudi at nearby shop.... •
We could still have those 3 week power cuts and road blockades due to
snow, so that I could rest peacefully..... •
Mahabharat and Ramayana could be telecasted again on the same slot
at 9.00 am on Sunday morning... •
I could still play with marbles on Maha Shivratri day... •
I could still wear that 'phêran' with 'kàngûr'.... •
I could finish my winter vacation homework in first 3 days of vacation and
on 4th day leave for Jammu. •
I could still have those red cheeks.... •
I could go back and may be, listen more to my parents.... •
I could go back and learn writing Kashmiri, learn to recite Kashmiri
poems.... •
We never had a phone....not even landline.... •
I could go back to times when I used to weep seeing 'Hakh' over rice,
wondering if that was the only thing available in market, only to realise
later that I would miss it the most… •
I wish I could still go across Jhelum and pay 50 paise to boatman for the
same ... •
I could still go to Khir Bhawani, have that 'lùchû' and 'môgûli
chày', observe the milky Divine Spring and go and sit in a tree trunk
when it rained. •
My Mom could still weave me that sweater with those highly imaginative
designs and patterns... •
I could be without any pretensions, any made ups, any ego, any
over-the-top desires, any hassles, any ever-present criticism .... •
I could be myself ..... just myself, without any toppings ... just a plain
base ...... Would I ever be able to .... !! ????
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