The first picture was clicked and sent by my mum from Kolkata. It is from the Republic Day celebrations in our apartment complex. She said the customary mishti box has been replaced by luchi, alu and bonde (soft boondi soaked in sugar syrup) this year. The event used to be held on the terrace when we were kids. Now in the yard. The ladies of our building led the singing of the national anthem, nari shaki, wrote my mum. The mashimas and kakimas of our childhood are grandmas now. They were possibly younger when we first me, than I am now. A sobering thought.
Then came videos from Gurgaon where my 9 year old niece and her Gen Alpha friends did a choreographed dance to modern, quasi nationalist (chak de india et al), Hindi film songs. The future looks vibrant. And confident.
Ready to soar from the foundation built by the past.
What about us in Mumbai? We went to CouCou at the Jio World Drive Mall. I never look at the menu when there. Nor do they need to ask me what I want. It’s the spaghetti carbonara.
#happyrepublicday🇮🇳
Ps: Both K and my mum take pictures of interesting food and sending it to us. Quite Gen Z.
