Winters have been special for us kids of the C family. Since we went all over the countryside, we saw all kinds of weather, from melting summers to freezing winters, irrespective of the fact whether we liked it or not. Most places we have lived in till now have had extreme winters and we have enjoyed every bit of it.
Going to school in winters was difficult but extremely enjoyable. The morning started with a hot-water bath, followed by wearing layers and layers of warm winterwear ,with supershort school skirts and completed with a beautiful and smart blazer. This was followed by drinking a hot cup of milk (and making faces after that) and giving a sweet lil kiss to M dear. We ventured into the thick fog to get to the bus stop at 6 :15 AM and D and I held each other tight when we felt colder! The bus journey included tasting the hot food that M packed for us!
Things changed when D started working. Nights weren't that great to come back for her, it was as cold as cold can be and she used to sneak into my blanket and warm herself and she ending up sleeping in the same blanket at most times!
This reminds me of the time, I bought a really nice light sweater in bright blue and it fitted perfectly. The sweater was a witness to a lot of things. D went out in it looking oh-so-pretty and sometimes matched it with a red jacket or a perfect pink stole. I on the hand wore it while I went to play and also to formal parties! It was one of the best clothes we shared!
Folks at home were also the winter loving kinds. M did all sorts of things to keep us warm and safe, cooked the best meals possible, loving us slightly more than usual. M was also found to be unusually active through winter days and D and I took advantage of it by making her do all things fun with us, including bubble blowing sessions and shopping for non-sensical stuff.
One of the most beautiful memories I have of winters at home is the orange eating session. Every winter afternoon, post lunch, it was mandatory for all the members of the family to bask in the sun and eat oranges. The peeling was done by B (since we all hated the orange smell that lingered on our fingertips) and then they were equally distributed amongst all of us. B was enthusiastic all the time and cracked jokes, told stories and we all laughed. M always finished the event by giving us something sweet to eat. When B wasn't home, we managed to keep the tradition alive by eating it sans him but remembering him all the time.
Its been years since we all did the whole orange eating routine and now after a long time, Im wearing the same blue sweater, eating oranges in the sun, alone in my balcony,with the juice of the oranges lingering onto my fingertips.
Going to school in winters was difficult but extremely enjoyable. The morning started with a hot-water bath, followed by wearing layers and layers of warm winterwear ,with supershort school skirts and completed with a beautiful and smart blazer. This was followed by drinking a hot cup of milk (and making faces after that) and giving a sweet lil kiss to M dear. We ventured into the thick fog to get to the bus stop at 6 :15 AM and D and I held each other tight when we felt colder! The bus journey included tasting the hot food that M packed for us!
Things changed when D started working. Nights weren't that great to come back for her, it was as cold as cold can be and she used to sneak into my blanket and warm herself and she ending up sleeping in the same blanket at most times!
This reminds me of the time, I bought a really nice light sweater in bright blue and it fitted perfectly. The sweater was a witness to a lot of things. D went out in it looking oh-so-pretty and sometimes matched it with a red jacket or a perfect pink stole. I on the hand wore it while I went to play and also to formal parties! It was one of the best clothes we shared!
One of the most beautiful memories I have of winters at home is the orange eating session. Every winter afternoon, post lunch, it was mandatory for all the members of the family to bask in the sun and eat oranges. The peeling was done by B (since we all hated the orange smell that lingered on our fingertips) and then they were equally distributed amongst all of us. B was enthusiastic all the time and cracked jokes, told stories and we all laughed. M always finished the event by giving us something sweet to eat. When B wasn't home, we managed to keep the tradition alive by eating it sans him but remembering him all the time.
Its been years since we all did the whole orange eating routine and now after a long time, Im wearing the same blue sweater, eating oranges in the sun, alone in my balcony,with the juice of the oranges lingering onto my fingertips.
munnih, that's one of the most touching entries you've made....somehow, after you girls left the nest the orange-eating sessions have just stopped. Maybe we should get together again soon and revive those sessions!Miss you
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