As a child of four, I used to race up to the blue bench in the street corner and look at those deliciously cooked jalebies(typical Indian street food). I would instead stare at them. Pitying on my innocent face, that slim-beard-old uncle, would hand over me two of them. I would just run off to my mum and giggle continuously by showing her the jalebies. I remember when I would just finish off eating them and my mom told me to wash my hands I would instead rub my hands on my hair.
But now, it’s no more. No more that blue bench and no more those lovely memories. I have to look up at the trash put, in that corner now which was once, not less than a fairytale castle to me.
Everything has changed but not the memories instilled and engraved in my heart for ever. I have no photograph of that street I still cherish. I made the memories which I never want to neither edit nor renovate.
I would just struggle to walk then, even though I knew how to because of my mum and dad who used to hold my hands in such a way that I used to swing in the air rather than tapping the ground. This could accompany scoldings also if I did any thing too mischievous to be forgiven as a sin.
Is there any camera that can capture my the feelings?
No.
Really, but I wanted because I do not want to lose, these little bits of memories.
Today after ten years, at the age of 14, I sit at the extended window sill gazing, at these clouds which can flow where ever they want. I really once want to roam throuch those streets occupied mostly with those stalls.
Wow, such a nice post. The jalebi shot♥️♥️😄😄
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Hahaa! I really love it.
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Me too and now your post has left me craving for some!!
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Hahaa. I’ll surely get u some soon.
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Aww, that’s so sweet of you😄
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I am craving jalebi’s now 😂
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Great post though, nostalgic 😊 I used to love hot kachoris and aloo ki sabzi from a small corner shop where we first lived, then we moved to our own home. After few years when I went to the same place, there was a supermarket and that shop had closed many years ago.
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Oh my! please stop. Kachori is something I can go on eating endlessly and that too with aloo sabzi, I guess you gonna kill me hungry by taking these names. haahaa
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Haha.. 😊
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I can buy you also some. haha
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Don’t tempt me. We don’t get them here 😒 The only way I can have jalebi’s is by making them. Tried once, it was a disaster 😂 Guess will wait for mother, she will teach me to make some and I can write a post on them.. haha
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Aww! that’s why I told you that I’ll buy you some when I” meet you sometime. For sure
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Sure, I will remind you of jalebi’s when we meet 😀
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Time passes…. we don’t even know it.
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And then we keep on craving for a chance to live those moments once again.
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Yes 😑 and that’s sad, sometimes hurtful
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Childhood memories are a thing to be cherished and preserved!
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Something to be kept close to heart.
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Beautiful photos. Indian restaurants in England once all served jalebies. I loved them. We don’t see them now
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Aww
I hope they are once again served if really loved. Its sounds amazing, jalebis in England.
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There you go again.. 😉 https://superheroes009.wordpress.com/2018/02/06/nominated-for-the-sunshine-blogger-award/
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Thank you for the nomination. Ill be sure to check.😊
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The jalebis look😍😍
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Hahaa. Yes
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Nice shots👌👌
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Jalebis! Yumm. And those were the days, holding the hands of parents and looking for the right moment to swing up 😀
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Hahaa. Indeed😊
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Parents can be nice
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Good xl they truly are
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