Nidhis.daily.blog

Category: twenties

  • The last dance

    The night was young, so were the two of them. As young adults who had just started earning and tasted the success of freedom, they were both convinced this was the best thing to do. Freedom from parental curfews, freedom from education goals and lastly freedom from each other – from the unsaid commitments made half a decade ago.

    So they were dessed to the nines for a night of celebration. Closest of friends were invited, a great weekend was planned ahead. They hopped onto the bike and reached the local watering hole for the party to begin. The club was a popular one, dark yet mystic with loud thumping music blaring the mix of all songs from the disco 80’s to the fast paced one’s of the early 2000’s.

    They weren’t alone, apart from their close group of friends, they were crowds and crowds of youth grinding to the same beats. All fledgling techies, chilling and drowning themselves with the drinks, drumbeats and dance moves. But these two had eyes for each other only. Though they were hosting a ‘breakup party’, it was clear that there was much life left to live together. She swayed while he sipped. Together from dusk to dawn, they drowned the pain of parting ways with drives, dance and drinks.

  • At a place that never is!

    Food is for survival.

    Food is a love language.

    And food is sometimes a memory.

    Think of how you recall the food prepared by your grandmother, or your mother’s beloved recipe or the way you associate certain dish to special occasions. Occasions that were marked important in your mind; making memories that you now cherish for life.

    The sight, smell, taste – that ones does not forget. It remains etched in your subconscious. Every mention, every recall, even citing of the same takes you down the memory lanes. The time, the place, the people and the era when you last savored it. The love of the one who prepared the meal, the warmth of their love and the genuineness of the gesture – just exemplifies how belonging is fostered with food served with kindness.

    Roasted cumin buttermilk, daal-baati-churma (an Indian preparation of pulses curry and baked dough balls) and home made coffee with froth on the top (much before Covid led Dalgona coffee made it all famous again) – all evoke the same historic journey for me. Those decades when a younger me painted the future vividly and dreamt with a heart full of pure love. When everyone around me was kind with pure intentions in their hearts. Blissfully unaware of the big bad world, soaking in the warmth and kindness, reciprocating the care and spreading unadulterated joy all along – I shall continue to cherish the memories the food evokes, lighting up my face with a smile every single time.

  • The first dance

    The music was loud. The atmosphere electrifying. Afterall, college fests are meant to be a break from books, assignments and lectures.

    Every floor had huge banners, outlining the activity being hosted. There was a milieu of young adults on each floor. The seniors swinging with confidence from one activity to another. While the juniors tried to settle on which way their gang of friends wanted to go. And then there were the freshers. Bright eyed, straight out of school, unsure of themselves yet trying to find a footing.

    That’s exactly how they both looked. Unsure, eager, ready to try something new. ‘Groove to the salsa’ read this banner in the basement. Fate took them both there. And then they chose to sign up for the one hour class to learn a new dance form, just for fun.

    Little did he know that the hands he would hold for the next 60 minutes would be the ones he would like to hold on the journey of life. She swayed while he had two left feet. The song rung a bell too, swanky with fast beats and lyrics which meant to have everything in life in light vein.

    Yet between the laughs, the mis-steps, eyes locked with each other, she fell for him. Swinging with the rhythm, he in a chequered shirt and she in a striped dress, they danced their way into each other’s hearts.