Dried flowers hidden between the pages of old books, sepia colored photographs, gramophone records, Mehdi Hassan's soft voice, Amin Sayani and Binaca Geetmala, crisp cotton saris, the familiar smell of Ponds talcum powder, rooh afza, and the luxury of being in touch with myself..the uncluttered, simple life.
A massive wave of nostalgia...
You created a beautiful ambiance with your picture and words.
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DeleteNostalgic!
ReplyDeleteThank you Deepa ☺️
DeleteYes, they all bring so much memories relived...some used to be our cultural identities even...your words make me nostalgic too...great sharing...regards
ReplyDeleteThose were beautiful times.. Thank you ☺️
DeleteI swing to the tune of such a memorable song..."those were the days, my friend; we thought would never end..."
ReplyDeleteTrue conveying of such nostalgic feelings....indeed, we truly belong to that time...at least, I don't belong to the current era, for sure...take care
Same here Lopamudra, I don't belong to this era too..you too take care my friend, stay safe.
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