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Got a fast car and flew away!

"Karna wake up! How long are you going to sleep like that... its late in the morning" was something that fell on his selectively deaf ears until the 1yr old dutifully crept into the bed and kissed her brother awake. She plonked herself stubbornly on the wild grass bang opposite daddy's office till the responsible 3yr old convinced her, picked her up in his arms and took her back.
As they set up the beds and tv on the roof for a Wednesday night with Byomkesh Bakshi, the power went out so they all just lay on the mattress and stared at the stars instead. It got really late that night and the kids didn't know what to do because the parents were out economically shopping for sanitary ware for the under-construction house so she oiled his hair, fed him, held on tightly to him and they both slipped into their respective dream lands with Renuka Shahane's voice in the background as she spoke about sawaal-jawaab, and he never got tired of listening to 'muddugare yashoda' in her untrained yet crystal voice.

They've all been haunting me from the time I heard that the house on Indiranagar next to the old Khammam dairy was last inhabited by us. Looks like it wasn't meant to be anyone else's just like our Tarnaka house which last saw us 3 kids fighting to get a ride on our dad's bullet. They said it was haunted but at the same time it was hauntingly beautiful with guava trees, and many others. It was the summer house for all our cousins who would run all day long playing around the trees occasionally dipping their steel glasses into the drum of Rasna after they licked the back of their palms saying 'tampleez'(short for 'time please'). Its now a boring swanky apartment maybe with a bunch of "IT professionals" like us. Oh please send me back into the Sepia mode!

Why this sudden bout of nostalgia .... I don't know ... maybe it was the episode of Byomkesh Bakshi I stumbled on DD the other day while looking for the latest travel channels, maybe its the fact that my parents and my older brother drove down to Khammam just to enjoy old memories in person, or maybe its just that I can't believe I saw my own blood(almost) just 2 weeks ago kicking his legs and cooing his way into our hearts and wished I was in the crib instead of him just so I could grow up a little and confirm if I was indeed my mom's golden one :)

All these are a few of my favorite things!!!

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