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A typical monsoon day always sent Sumi on a nostalgic trip- a pleasant memory tainted with a realization that it would never come back. As the smell of wet earth wafted through the open windows, it drew up images of children splashing along muddy puddles, spending hours under nature’s own shower. And when they had enough, mother would walk in with a plate of sizzling hot pakodas. The homely aroma of smoking mustard oil and the earthy breeze seemed like such an obvious combination- and so perfect- almost as if one couldn’t do without the other.
Today, it would seem rather silly for the thirty-something to prance around on the streets. People would call her nuts! And those pakodas…it would take her a thousand visits to the gym to work them of her butt.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? ANY IDEAS ANYONE?
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How about taking her further down the memory lane (as the thoughts she is having of pleasant days back in past) she could remember then one incident which changed her completely and which is why she cannot anymore enjoy the prance of a child. By the way I love pakoda's in the rain along with some garma garm chai. :)
Hmm...I would complete the story by letting her drift into thoughts about pakodas and her grandmother's method of preparing them by a "bon fire" in her young days.In her memories she would find the difference of how world has changed from bon fires to LPg's. She no longer finds the green Neem trees which her grandmother so ocassionaly used to treat everything . And so on ...
Maybe you could draw on a particular childhood memory and tell the story as a reflective piece. She could be depressed because she can't have kids of her own. Good luck.
She could stand by the window watching children playing in the rain while she keeps remembering things before calling her own children into the house to dry off. The kids could have enough pakoda for her.
lol..thank you for your comments! Btw a pakoda is an Indian snack made by dipping veggies in a gramflour batter and deep frying them. Its just the right thing to have during the monsoons.
