Summer 2005, one of first few days of NJ summer: It was a beautiful twilight when Esh and I walked along the Millstone river on a lightly paved road. A warm summer evening had a sweet smell of white blossoms from somewhere. We were talking about our past and a promising future that we were weaving towards - strand by strand. When dusk turned to a twilight we witnessed one of the most beautiful sights we ever saw, thousands of light bugs glittering around us in the velvety grass, It was as if the sky had showered all the stars around us. The weeping willow ahead of us got an angelic glow from twinkling fireflies and made it mysterious. We were in awe. It was a living dream.
Summer 2010, tonight: It was the similar bright twilight; Tanay and I took a short walk in the neighborhood; the purpose was recycling, unwinding and Esh getting his time. Tanay noticed a firefly and then another and then many - around the grass and daffodils, He had the same awe in his eyes. We talked about it and I told him; it is called 'jugnu' in Hindi. It seemed so magical and heavenly. Again.
It seems almost miraculous how those few moments which stay with us forever and comes back to us like a flashback. Just like that juncture in time that Esh and I spent watching fireflies by the weeping willow , the few moments that Tanay and I shared watching 'jugnus' will stay with me forever.
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