Farah Thakur

I had gone to Borivali National Park today. This stream at the Kanheri caves reminded me of the river in my village, Rajapur where I spent a lot of time just sitting along the banks of that river. As a child I went there often for my summer vacations. its been very long since I have been on such a vacation. Under the extreme pressure of assignments I really wish I could turn the clock back and be a child again.

This cave reminded me of the tribal's house made of mud and stone that I lived in for a day at Udhwa where I went for my Social Service camp in 10th Std. I ate sugarcane from the fields, carried stacks of hay, and even ate dal and rice at their place. I remember how she served me a big mountain of rice on a plate and I had to literally spend 10 minutes in telling her that we do not eat so much. At first she thought I was shy. Believe me I was not.

Every modak reminds me of Lata aunty's handmade modak. She makes the best modaks. I really miss her and I am really longing to meet her now. Every time she sent us these on Ganpati I would hog away most of them.