As it’s Easter eve, I decided to tap open that Pandora box of memories and reflect for a bit
Mine would be the memories of rushing back home after Easter dinner that’s offered at church, having a good night’s sleep and waking up to devour freshly made appams and stew.
The dream during the day of Easter would be waking up to smiles and good food. The ride to and fro church through the roads past midnight are also etched in my memories
Amma would never let us touch the stew that she prepared before church-going, even after the lent had finished! We had to wait until the next morning to experience her mastery
Then the get-together party that we / our relatives would host later that day, with laughs, meats, sweets and alcohols flowing. Then the drive back home dreading school the next day
How can I forget the Easter bunnies that my relatives used to gift us?
Also the hard boiled eggs that we used to peel at church for Easter dinner?
Good memories, that can’t be relived
Now, on the eve of Easter, I can’t seem to enjoy recollecting those memories. Like it was something that happened from a past life
Anyways, I just had to share my memories and smile to sleep, with an ache in my heart
Happy Easter everyone. Heading to church tomorrow at dawn. Hope you had a blessed and fulfilling lent
Enjoyed reading dear
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