Sunday siestas, though a welcome break, bring back a lot of old memories.
Today after a rather heavy brunch and doing a quick read of the newspapers, I turned in, into the bed watching some stupid dance competition on television.
God knows when I fell asleep.
And I drifted into my childhood in my dreams. I was in bed at home, again a Sunday afternoon. The golden rays of the sun filtered in from the west. Papa was struggling to wake me up - telling me that Mom was almost done with Halwa and tea. The sweet fragrant smell of Halwa was wafting in the air.
Delighted at the thought of having Halwa, I was transported from my dreamland to here, Mumbai!
Sigh, it was just a dream - folks are a thousand kilometers away and there's no Halwa here!
oh sweet halwa...i started feeling homesickness too.
It used to be halwa, and upma on some days. I also remember you making it so often! Miss it!
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