Soul
It actually dawned on me when a friend said, "It's not enough to just be born there, to call it your town". It was true. It's not enough to just know the history of a place or have lived in a single place your whole life either.
It was about the sense of comfort...It was about feeling at home...
It was about that little stifling giggle you share with your cousin in a store, when the salesman wraps the saree around himself and twirls around telling you how the color combination would suit you perfectly.
It was about going from house to house being offered the same paan leaf with a banana after a varalakshmi vratham and having your face smudged with gandam and red bottu, and still come out smiling after the gazillionth sweet in your mouth.
It was about haggling over prices, trying to convince the man that you've been standing here for hours bargaining and how it was unfair he would make you do that, so it was a legit situation to get a discount.
It was about enjoying a baby's 21st day ceremony and not worrying about having every aspect of your appearance in place because everybody appeared drenched in the smoldering heat.
It was about sitting through the million pooja's in a wedding trying not to fall asleep as it dragged on until 4 am in the morning and still be able to have the best time of your life.
It was about loving the jasmine flowers in your hair, the fried corn dumplings in the evening with your grandparents over a cup of tea, the kajal on the sole of your feet to ward off any 'evil eyes', the sound of children getting ready for school in the morning and so much more...
It is about walking through a place and realizing that there is a memory hidden in every corner...
It is about knowing that you share similar beliefs with the people around you...
It is about appreciating the foundation on which your values are built...
It is about the sense of belonging...
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"Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it"
-Rabindranath Tagore
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It was about the sense of comfort...It was about feeling at home...
It was about that little stifling giggle you share with your cousin in a store, when the salesman wraps the saree around himself and twirls around telling you how the color combination would suit you perfectly.
It was about going from house to house being offered the same paan leaf with a banana after a varalakshmi vratham and having your face smudged with gandam and red bottu, and still come out smiling after the gazillionth sweet in your mouth.
It was about haggling over prices, trying to convince the man that you've been standing here for hours bargaining and how it was unfair he would make you do that, so it was a legit situation to get a discount.
It was about enjoying a baby's 21st day ceremony and not worrying about having every aspect of your appearance in place because everybody appeared drenched in the smoldering heat.
It was about sitting through the million pooja's in a wedding trying not to fall asleep as it dragged on until 4 am in the morning and still be able to have the best time of your life.
It was about loving the jasmine flowers in your hair, the fried corn dumplings in the evening with your grandparents over a cup of tea, the kajal on the sole of your feet to ward off any 'evil eyes', the sound of children getting ready for school in the morning and so much more...
It is about walking through a place and realizing that there is a memory hidden in every corner...
It is about knowing that you share similar beliefs with the people around you...
It is about appreciating the foundation on which your values are built...
It is about the sense of belonging...
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"Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it"
-Rabindranath Tagore
