The smell of heated oil.
The messy kitchen floor.
The smell of sulphur (what we then knew as gun powder).
The smell of new fabric.
The last minute rush to the tailors.
The restlessness of the household.
The smell of ghee and sugar.
The competitive spirit (to light the first ‘cracker’ in the neighborhood).
The occasional damp ground (thanks to the monsoon).
The continuous pouring in of family members.
The sharing of recipes.
The inquisitive neighbors.
The never ending discussion about new clothes.
The festive mood.
The countless heaps of sweets and savories.
I don’t feel any now. I sure have come a long way.