There are so many things about my growing up years in India that I miss. Yes, from the time of the dinosaurs, when carrots, cauliflowers and green peas were only available fresh and in winters; when Boroline and Dettol were the antidotes to life's miseries, most of which centred around the knees or elbows; when kids in the neighbourhood gathered every evening to play and there would be one target house that served them "paani"; when broadcast started with colour bars and ended with a grainy buzz; when on certain days of the week someone would turn the TV antenna in a certain direction and the family could watch Pakistani theatre on screen; when spooling tapes with a Nataraj pencil or a Reynold's blue capped pen back into the cassette was an art; where romance started with A+R; when handwriting apparently was the biggest proof of one's character...
I have stopped judging people now. I don't get to read handwritten notes anymore
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