Nostalgia Comments

The aroma Of my by-gone days Hangs in the air. Beautifully said, alas, for the too old like me even the memories are on the fade.

My childhood, my friends? So many years passed So many cakes devoured excellent written on the memories on native country, thanks for sharing the poem with us, ++++ 10

Nostalgia of Raja Festival, the cheer, the fun, eating Poda Pitha, chewing Pan, Playing kabadi, puchi and relishing the great festival of togetherness and merriment is unforgettable! It’s feel during the childhood is something special that the poetess reminds ….”I look, with tears in my eyes/where I left/my childhood, my friends”. An excellent piece of work dear madam! The poem is adorable and appreciated! !

I look, with tears in my eyes Where I left My childhood, my friends? These lines bring unshed tears down my cheeks too. And adore the lines.... But The aroma Of my by-gone days Hangs in the air. Thank you Ma'am for so lovely a poem.

'The aroma Of my by-gone days Hangs in the air'... Now that aroma is here in the form of your poem.

The aroma Of my by-gone days Hangs in the air... touchy feelings...

The aroma of the bygone days hangs in the air.Well done 10

My friends. Thanks for sharing.

Your prose comment enhances the poem. I re-read the poem after reading that background and it enriched the experience. This is a blessed holiday and I'm glad to see one of the World Religions acknowledges women, their sociability, their need to relax and relieve stress. In fact, some women, hardworking and sacrificing, might wish they could have such a festival for their mature years when their responsibilities are so exhausting. Your description of ceremony is vivid and immediate. I could share in the sights and sounds and the fragrances linger!

Reading the poet's note, I understand that Raja festival is something everyone would look forward to, especially by unmarried girls who enjoy special privileges during this festive season. Colourfully clad with colourful dreams inside, I know how hilarious the girls must be on swings..... Yes, now when we look back, we can only think of those beautiful times with a sense of nostalgia and a sense of loss!

Raja presents a great air of festivity. we are really unfortunate to miss it.Very nice.

It sounds like a wonderful festival, Bharati. I can understand your nostalgia. I very much enjoyed your poem and your notes. Thank you

Truly, the joyful days of the past bring tears on recall when the dear one's are away and time not to return.Loved reading the poem.