Mining Memories

If I could be a month I would Love to be DECEMBER. There is something oddly comforting bittersweet feeling of this month that I am addicted to. It’s the joy of birthday celebrations preceding Christmas nights preceding New year fun. It’s hugging your mom tight in the rikshaw, or hiding in her saree while returning from the midnight mass. Its fairy lit nights, and house turned into fairy tale castle or wondering what if Santa did come. It’s also as you grow up, the pain of knowing Santa was just a story, and even worse when you lose the man who was your santa all life. And spending the month alone, yet kindled. From day 1 every year I am in total “December Mode”. Almost every year, something about December inspires me. This year I was reflecting on what I really love so much of this month, the brief span of the cheerless sun, or the evening like afternoons, perhaps the longer nights, when the cold within finally matches the cold without, like you are one with the month, an

PS : (Pre Script here) :  Before I begin I want to point out that this note, is most similar to the description of this blog. Last Sunday we had our Diwali family gathering and after lunch at my beloved sister’s place we decided to take the kids to the beach in the evening. Just as we reached there, my son wanted to pee, and so I took him while others were settling in the barely found clearing in the overly crammed full beach. After finishing his job, this mischievous boy ran in the opposite direction, and would not stop despite my warnings.  (I was remembering my wife for 2 reasons, one because she could handle him expertly, and two because if she heard this story I won’t hear the end of the lecture she would start.) So I started chasing him, I had to brisk walk, which made me realize he has started running faster. On his way he was looking at the sand-work of others and would halt for collecting sticks and bottle caps. When his hands got full he would leave behind one and