RE: A Sweet Tale from This Side of the Map
It’s half past 2 AM, and I’m still up — typing out the writing printed on a not so simple box of mithai — in Urdu!
As I read the beginning, I thought "What's going on here - this isn't @soulfuldreamer"!
Khushi Sweets translates to Joy Sweets. But it’s not quite that literal. In fact, the shop is named after the halwai (sweet maker)
I'm a bit disappointed by this. I was hoping that these would be "happy sweets" laced with something "special" to make me happy. Cool name though. I don't think that's a picture of him, I think he'll look more like this...
If that's what the sweet shop looks like, it's nothing like any sweet shop I've ever seen!
It's funny how something as simple as a sweet can take us back "to a simpler time" (as you so nicely phrase it). @nobilisa is going to the town that I grew up in today and I'm fairly certain, she'll drive past my family home. This got me thinking about where I could suggest that she visits and one place (which is no longer there) that I would have loved her to go is the sweet shop in the local shopping precinct. As a child, whenever we went there I'd get a quarter of midget gems (a quarter being 1/4 of a pound of sweets - pre-metric).
That’s actually the heart of it... The urdu part!
If you understood Urdu, you’d realize—it’s a love story wrapped in the process of making mithai.
What inspired me to write this post was my husband reading the printed message out loud. But it wasn’t just that—it's the way he read it. He narrated it like a literary tale, adding such charm and depth that it felt like poetry.
😂🤣
You, of course, caught the message between the lines. Only someone like you could truly grasp the intent. Special but oh NOT so special. 😆 Thanks God!
Thank you for taking the time to read this little piece of mine. It may not have had much to offer—just my own emotions, tied to something as simple as a box of sweets... Hihi
Yessssss.... It does have a totally different vibe!!!
I've done that with cook books before to the-(now)7yo-gorilla 😆He would bring me a book and ask me to read it and it would be a cup cake recipe book. It's amazing how interesting something can sound if you try 😉
The way you say it...
"He tilted his head slightly, trying to look away.
"Please… tie your hair," he murmured. "I keep forgetting what I’m trying to say."
On the contrary:
He tilted his head slightly, trying to look away.
"Please… tie your hair," he murmured. "I keep forgetting what I’m trying to say." (Because your hair is sticking in my nose).
The second version fits my husband!
@the-gorilla I had 4 hours of free time today, so I walked around the city of your childhood. If I found this house correctly, I'm happy))
Why am I feeling so emotional?
These houses where we grew up… they hold so much.
Nostalgia really is a bitch sometimes.
I don’t even know what the-gorilla looks like — but somehow, I can picture him running around in shorts on this very pavement...
Look at what this sidewalk looks like)))
A few more houses down the hill and you'd have the right house!
Thank you and the quest is closed!)))
I know! I felt so emotional when I was telling the-mrs-gorilla. My mum still lives there (not the house in the picture, but on that road) and I still go back semi-regularly but still...!
Mym mum even knows who used to live in that house. Mrs Deer. She chuckled when she told me that Mrs Friend lived 2 doors away.