Today morning while Ranit and I were on our way to Ranit’s bus stop, he was telling about how disgusting it was to see cow dung lying around in a farm house that he visited with his classmates sometime back during a school trip. He couldn’t make sense of people making cow dung cakes with bare hands. That made me realize how the time has changed and how much fun it used to be for me when I was his age doing the same things that he finds disgusting.
Flashback to late 1980s:
It was a nice sunny day and I was at my maternal grandmothers house in a village called “Pandori Bhainsa Di” which is about 15 KM from the nearest town Dinanagar in Punjab.
Naani(Grandmother) was preparing for some guests or for some festival that was around the corner. I don’t remember the exact occasion but what it meant for us was that entire house needed to be cleaned, sanitised and decorated. It was a kachha house.