Probably I must have stood there and mused for a few abnormally long minutes, for I had to run to catch up with the others who had already walked a few feet ahead
by now.
Tip-toeing on the wet pavement with quick short steps lest I wet the only jeans I had packed for my weekend trip, my eyes traced the all the little bric-a-bracs in the dimly lit curios shops lining either side of the narrow pavement.
There had been a light drizzle just a few minutes ago and people were hurrying up with coloured umbrellas, gently clashing against each other as they made their way in opposite directions.
My eyes were still hungrily scanning the curios shops. I wasn't looking for anything in particular.. the sight was a feast for my eyes.
The huge hand-blown glass lamps in unimaginably bright shades of shocking pinks, bottle greens, deep blues and placid browns with ornate brass filigree, the exquisite beligian glass chandeliers, hand-painted ivory tiles with intricate designs in blue, the delicately done cross-stitch napkins all were a story in itself, of a bygone era of riches.. a bygone era, now easily price-tagged and sold as "anitques".
An old Jewish lady sat in one of the shops, soft yellow light casting a warm glow on her creme gown draping her frail body, as she fiddled with a piece of white cloth, coaxing her aged eyes to get the stitches right, in vain. The now sunken eyes still had a warmth in them, the same warmth familiar to every grand-child on earth.
I walked past more shops lining the roads, to reach the synagogue at the other end, standing silently and seemingly reluctanct to communicate, for whoever comes these days speak a foreign tongue, except for the few others like the grandma in creme gown who sat there coaxing her aged eyes to get the stitches right, in vain..
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PS: Pics will come soon :)
[Edited] : Pic added!
14 comments:
enthu kunthamaa ithu ?!
pics needed to complete this blog.. :)
etheppol sambhavichu...
last weekend ..mattancherry trip :)
usual style of writing allallo... GMAT/GRE kku padikkuvaano ? ;-)
the delicately done cross-stitch napkins all were a story in itself, of a bygone era of riches.. a bygone era, now easily price-tagged and sold as "anitques". "
Yesterday only, I had a discussion with my aunt and she was telling me, that soon, the paintings she has made and those cross-stitch napkins, wall hangings, bedsheets she made with so much effort, will be a part of the era, that will be past...She was wondering, if her own daughter will be ever involved in something like this!
@rat : kunthamalla...jews street-a..
@sandeep : pls wait, will upload soon :)
@vimal : we should hv one MUA thr!
@frahar : GRE/GMAT illa..aa sthalam was great..and i thought i should do justice :)
@silencekilled : yes, right... i remember looking at my grandma as if she came from a different planet when she showed me the crochet she had done :))
This write up has a wonderful feeling attached with it..As I was reading the Jews Street flooded my mind and I could envision you walking through the street and the best part was about the grandma.. :-)
a welcome change to the template.. More importantly, to the title !
(i'm clueless on what that means, though)
@anju thanks! So can i say I succeeded in my attempt? :)
@rat Thanks :)..a much needed change..reg the name,google it :)
@ Soo --> Good one! enjoyed reading it.. and nice splash of colors on template.. looks good :) thanks for the link to ma page as well :)
aake motham maariyallo... blog maaripoyo ennayirunnu first doubt :D
..looks great... aake oru bright look..pakshe post vaayikkan ippo kore scrol cheyyanam :-( aa pic side-ilottu prathishtichaal scrolling ozhivaakkamaayirunnu...
@aishu : thanks! and yeah, the link to ur url was a long-pending-activity from my end :)
@frahar : tried so much to move yaar..doesn't work....will give it one last shot :)
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