My this write-up is dedicated to all the pahadis of Uttrakhand who are staying far from their native land.
Growing up in the hills is a blessing, you can live like a free spirit and enjoy the gifts of nature. Those who have been hampered by the mighty Himalayas might be feeling nostalgic on recalling the time they spent in the hills.
One of the best childhood memory is visiting our grandparents' village on vacations and fishing in the nearby river, there is nothing more pure and wonderful than dada dadi's love for their grandchildren.It's a bond like no other - the unconditional love grandparents have for their grandchildren is which we have with us for the lifelong in form of remembrance.
I am sure everyone remember those days when our loving parents used to sing a lullaby called Ghughuti basuti to make us fall asleep. Although, those words have faded from our memories and it’s hard to recall them, but the nostalgic memory of it is still scratched in our hearts.
While the city kids pass their time by watching television and playing video games, Pahadi kids like to invest their time in doing something creative. Collecting pine cones, painting them and decorating our homes with it was a great activity indeed, as it actually made use of the pine cones that were scattered all around our houses in abundance.
As a child, we all have heard from our parents that having food in an iron pot will cause rain in your wedding, but we being notorious Pahadi kids couldn’t keep ourselves away from having freshly cooked chudkani bhaat, that too in an iron pot.
Mother’s jewelry and her clothes that showcased the Pahadi culture was something that tempted us, each time she got it out for cleaning. I bet that all Pahadi girls must have had the opportunity of getting it draped by our lovely mothers and seeing how lovely it looked on us. And whenever we adorned it, it was necessary to dance on a Pahadi song and put up a little jig.
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