Of first love and all that mush....

So I went to see a Sachin Tendulkar biopic movie today, and absolutely loved it. It managed to bring out all range of emotions in me. But this story is not about this movie.......it is about love.

As a young girl growing up in the nineties, I too fell in love. With movies, with fashion, with stories and with stardom.....I was no different from other teenagers. I loved music, Enid Blyton, Aamir Khan, Sushmita Sen.....I am sure you get my drift.
What is surprising is my love for cricket in a Bengali household. So, being a bengali, I am genetically programmed to love football, and I do. Tennis comes a close second. 

The 11 year old me though, fell in love with what India loves, Cricket.

And with cricket came the love for Rahul Dravid. Yes my dears, this post is about Rahul Dravid, the wall, the Jammy, Mr. Good Guy.

Rahul Dravid recieved reverential love from the teenage me. I did it all, scrap books, cutting all pics from all newspapers, writing ghost letters, buying posters from footpaths of CP ( one particular poster on the door of my bathroom managed to irk my father....but then, such is love) .
My heart would skip beats as he batted or licked jam out of a kissan bottle. Oblivious to my existence, he adorned my TV screen, and I wove crazy dreams around him....

So, you must be wondering, what's special ? Everyone has celebrity crushes, and does all this hoo haa haa. 

What's special my dear, is the skipped hearbeats today, as I sat with my husband and watched the Sachin movie in the theatre. On screen , Ajay Jadeja climbs a team bus, and behind him is my skipped heartbeat.

Years have passed, much water has flown under the bridge. Today, as the theatre reverberated with Sachin Sachin, and we celebrated one of India's greatest legends, I sat with my husband and teenager son and grinned like a Cheshire cat. 

How can we expect, at 37, to feel the rush of first love, the heady happiness which makes you smile for no reason ? But I got the unexpected today. I got the happiness of looking at my first love again, and skipping my heartbeat.
It felt AWESOME ❤❤❤

While Waiting

A solitary coffee with a book
A roving eye for occasional look
Li'l wait for loved ones to arrive
The hum of a song to survive
In a  bubble of suspended time
Some emotions, fuzzy , sublime
Me , me and thoughts of mine
A self built paradise divine....

Petrichor

I enjoy language. Correct grammar, wilful usage of words, textured vocabulary, are a huge turn on for me. In the same vein, I can be an irritating sod when it comes to correcting grammatical errors, or simply usage of better words. Mind you, this goes for both English and Bengali. My kids have gotten used to incessant mid sentence corrections whenever we speak.

It is drizzling today. The parched soil is drinking in the water desperately, after days of hot and dry weather. As I stand to sink in the fine weather in my balcony, my son comes and stands next to me. I turn with a smile towards him and say, " I just love the smell of first rain on dry soil"

He looks at me and says, " Petrichor. That's the word you are looking for."

Happiness buoys my heart. In a generation where 'you is U' and 'we is V',  My love for language is going to live on....my kids will carry my madness forward.

Petrichor.
My romantic moment of the day.