And I am missing
– The colourful kites
– Going up on the terrace and putting up the the taperecorder at the highest volume and listening to sidey songs with jhankaar beats, only to have them drowned in the cacophony of even louder songs from the neighbours terrace
– Getting the fingers cut due to the sharp manja
– Spending the previous night getting the threads onto the kites so that not a moment gets wasted on the terrace
– Requesting Amma to make a little bit of extra rice to be used as an adhesive for the torn kites
– Delegating the task of holding the firki to the youngest kid around, with the bribe that you will let them hold the thread of the flying kite for 2 mins later on
– Eating chikkis at regular intervals of 15 minutes each to ‘keep up the strength’
– Savoring a lunch of undhiyu, puris and jalebis sitting on the terrace
– waiting for Appa to buy fresh ponk and thikhi jheeni sev and add a dash of lime to it and eat it in the evenings
– Scream ‘Kaipoche’ even if your own kite gets cut off
– Jump up high to catch the flying thread of a cut kite flying uo in the sky, and attaching your thread to it and continue to fly it : All the operation done within a minute with the precision of a surgeon and screaming of a baneesh!
– Eat the yummy Pongal and Chutney for dinner lamenting on the fact that there was barely any wind today for the kites to fly, only to be told by Amma that the wind always is better on Vasi Uttarayan, the next day!
I so miss Baroda 😦