{R} is for Reminiscing the Yesteryears

Peals of laughter echo through our fifteenth floor apartment. The kids are building a tent-house that they call a hotel room, with the dining chairs, cushions and bed sheets as props. We are sprawled on the bed reminiscing our yesteryears. Those good old days when we hung out as one big family, made merry, had endless conversations that spilled into the wee hours of the morning, over copious glasses of wine or gin tonic. Those evenings when we danced the nights away in each others homes, laughing over the silliest of jokes; yet would catch up again the next week for a brunch oozing with immense camaraderie. Where did those good old days disappear?

The gang that we now call #tribe moved one after the other, to different cities. One to New York, the other to Mumbai and another to Banglore. A lovely bunch of friends got disintegrated physically, so to speak. So did the kids, who were almost the same age group except my nineteen-year-old who was the oldest among the gang of children.

This lazy April afternoon, my friend from Banglore is over with her eleven-year-old son. The laughter that fills our home is infectious. Even the furry girls are having a blast running from room to room, chasing the kids as they tease them by taking away their toys. The hands of time move faster than we expect. Between our gossip session, I also sneak in time to quickly wrap up my P post for the AtoZ Challenge.

As the evening unfolds, the hubbies are back from work. The kids are busy making slime, and creating some out-of-the-box art and craft. We have ordered take-away from Big Wong. My cook is awol (away on leave). We just want to chat endlessly and not spend time cooking. We are reminiscing our good old days together, our little get-aways to Westin in Sohna, Wild Life SOS in Agra and The Village in Goa. We miss that outstanding bonhomie we all shared as a #tribe. None of us have managed to re-create the same magic with any other bunch of friends. We have all met different people thereafter, but the bond we share is way too unique, irreplaceable and non-replicable.

As we dig into supper, followed by the cookie crumb ice-cream, sprinkled with a dash of crunchy muesli, we are reminiscing how the friend who now lives in Bombay had introduced me to this sumptuous combination.

We start making new holiday plans, while reminiscing our yesteryears together. The kids butt in to say, “We also want to go but minus the Daddies. They are no fun.” We burst out laughing. As we wrap up this treasured evening, the kids paint themselves and go prancing around the house like Red-Indians.

We bid a round of not-so-keen adieus, wishing the hours had stretched longer. And till we meet again, we will be reminiscing these treasured memories gone by. Amen!

 

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My theme for this year’s Blogging from A-Z Challenge is April Anecdotes. These are twenty-six compelling tales of some real people, and some not so real people. These tales will be surreal, peppered with a dose of non-fiction, but some might just be a figment of my over active imagination. You can read my theme here.

You can read my previous posts from #AtoZChallenge2018 here:

A is for Anachronism or Misplaced in Time?

B is for Burden or Unburden?

C is for Control

D is for Destiny’s Child

E is for Enchantment

F is for Far from the Maddening Crowd 

G is for Goblins, Gnomes and Gypsy Spirits

H is for Heart, Mind and Soul

K is for Kiss

L is for Love Conquers All

M is for Mystic’s Magic

N is for Never Say Never

O is for One With Nature

P is for Painted Not Tainted

Q is for Queer and Quirky