Of old photographs and memories…
I want those romps again
Cold noses, warm bodies and slobbering kisses
The whispering of secrets into floppy canine ears
The muddied paws, the bath fights
The panicky mayhem at the Diwali crackers
I want that sheer boyish stupidity again
the ‘masti’, the ‘paagalpan’, the ‘chutia-giri’
The carefree-ness, the college days
The scooter drives without brakes
The egging, the picnics, the practical jokes
I want those incredibly long walks again
Visits to boring museums and the Cloisters
The indomitable courage and the joie de vivre
The friendship across four generations
And so many continents
I know they say you can’t always get you want, but please, pretty please?
Damn, I didn’t mean to well up!
But I miss them still.
And I’m missing them now. Like crazy!
Dedicated to Timmy, Schnugi and Pushan – my dogs, all of whom left me before it was time
Shiroy & Cyrus – my crazy Bawa (Parsi Zoroastrians, a fun loving community in India) friends. The twenties and thirties aren’t a time to leave
Esty Epstein – a nonagenarian French Jew from NY who’d befriended my grandmum & my dad in the early 60s, continued with me in the 80s through to the 2000s, and then even met my daughter
Masti = Hindi for mischief
Paagalpan = Hindi for madness
Chutia-giri = Hindi slang for “effing around”
Egging = throwing eggs into the homes of people you don’t like. Stupid, I know, but damn funny for tipsy teenage boys