Beginning
Have not started blogging in earnest. Lots to do, unwrap memories, live the times down the memory lane, all waiting my itching fingers. Since the earliest memories, at Matunga, KAS road, the Keraleeya Samaj which brings a concoction of mixed ayurvedic aroma of kashayams, singing "Vande Maataram, Sujalam,,," with tears flowing the punishment of undergoing kindergarten education, my life flows. The benevolent Gujarati lady in her late 80s draped in whitest sari like snow clad peaks of the Himalayas scattering wheat for the fluttering pigeons by hundreds scrambling, riotous claiming their share baffled me whilst many stood near the ration shop for rice, wheat and kerosene with a disfigured ration card with red colour which had sobered down. The card read the entitled family members who deserve ration, inked and partially smudged due to wear and tear and rains. The lion gargoyles at the entrance scared my pants off though couple of times sat on it to ensu...