
Hi to good times,
Hi to new things.
Hi to the beautiful feelings,
The old things are best times,
But present is the ongoing one.
Adios!

Hi to good times,
Hi to new things.
Hi to the beautiful feelings,
The old things are best times,
But present is the ongoing one.
Adios!

A trip to the airport, many years back was a journey in marvel. We went by an taxi.
We bought visitor’s ticket for entry to the airport.
Then we had to go through security checking. We sat at a restaurant meant for the visitors.
At the restaurant we had cutlets, tea and sandwiches.
We went for a bit of window shopping at the shops and checked out the goodies. But we didn’t buy anything.
At those times much of the restrictions weren’t there.At first there weren’t any planes on the runway or to watch. Suddenly with a thunderous roar landed a Air France flight and then an Air Japan flight.
It was a delight to see those aeroplanes arrive.We saw the passengers getting down from the flights and on the whole it made our journey worthwhile.
While on our way back, we met a balloon seller standing outside the airport.
He asked us to buy two of his balloons.
We politely declined him.
Emotionally he said-“You folks come to the airport to watch the aeroplanes fly, my balloons too fly in the air but no one buys them.”
His outburst seemed a bit rational to me.I turned towards my parents and said-“Ma, Baba what he says is true.Please buy two balloons from him.”
We bought two balloons and the balloon seller seemed pleased with it and more than him I was very happy with the balloons and came home nearly dancing all way for to save those balloons my father took a taxi to get back home.
That was our journey to the airport.
Adios!

A big change,
In time abound,
With love for a job
And it was time bound,
But the boy found that his happiness was in his home,
Where his parents and friends were.
Soon, he found a good job
And out of everything, he found his love for playing music.
Adios!

It’s Fries,
It’s crispies,
It’s raining chocolates,
Please be forever mine.
It’s jubiliation,
A grand celebration,
As the mightiest of all,
Was born today.
It’s doughnuts,
It’s pastries,
It’s bread and jam,
It’s cookies and warm milk,
It is Ma’s love for the Lord,
For it’s the MAN’S birthday.
Adios!

The heavenly restaurant,
Had a table where my grandfather would sway listening to the old music of his liking and having few kebabs of his choice.
He was a king and will remain so forever.
The famous restaurant is now old and but the memories of him being there is simply etched in eternity.
Adios!