Somewhere between 2002-2005, at 6:30 in the morning our Amma used to wake us by increasing the volume of the radio, on which the exquisitely famous Hamd “Ae khuda” had been playing in the booming and strong voice of Adnan Sami.
Amma used to recommend us to watch the greenery and trees outside the window pane and soak that in, the serenity and meditative energy of nature, so that our morning laziness vanishes away.
In the midst of all that, Amma used to cook the breakfast for us. The menu of the breakfast she always chose for us, was that anda paratha followed with Shehad (Honey) and Balai (Cream).
As I always saw her, she lived a very simple and disciplined life, that is why she always wanted a very disciplined and super organic life for us, a life she swears by. She always lovingly prepared food for us whether it was breakfast, lunch or supper.
During that time we used to watch and listen recitation of Quran on PTV and then the dua, on which we says Aameen everytime when the dua ends.
Amidst of all, we get ready for school whilst watching dragon tales on tv.
Amma used to prepare the lunch boxes and water bottles for us and put them in our bags so that we don’t left them behind. And then that walk to the school whilst picking flowers. Life was so simple and good. I miss that being little again.
The past, that holds a million memories.
Memories that I don’t want to forget.
The time when all the best memories were formed. Nostalgia is deceiving. It makes us believe that everything was good in the past. It makes me miss my mother the most. I can relive those moments in a blink of an eye or in a heartbeat.
Memories enable us to drop back from the insignificant daily fuss and they evokes bliss and warm fuzzies in an agitated and unpredictable life.
Whenever I dwell in the memory lanes, this happens. I’ve had alot on my heart and mind lately. Shall write more real soon.