Nostalgic Blissfulness

My living room’s scenario, almost four hours ago:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone on WB.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part-I on HBO.

And, there I was, as confused as ever, and spoilt for choices. 

How amazingly ironic can a day get? But, nevertheless. I chose Deathly Hallows this time (obviously switching to WB during the looong breaks :D).

No matter how many ever times I watch Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part-I, smiling when Harry and Hermione do their cute little dance together, crying as they visit the graves of Harry’s parents, and weeping like a kid while watching Dobby die: these things will always remain inevitable. :’)

Only a true Harry Potter fan can empathise with me in this case. *sigh*

Anyway, that wasn’t the only thing that made me nostalgic today.

I accompanied my mum to her dental appointment this evening, and after a wait of one and a half hours, we finally got out of that claustrophobic chamber ( I have an aversion towards clinics). You might expect a person with dental problems to go straight home after meeting her doctor, but it’s me and my mum we’re talking about, so, some uniqueness had to be there. So, we headed straight to the phuchka (golgappa/pani puri) wala! :D. We both have always been devoted lovers of 'the' phuchka’s of Calcutta (like mother,like daughter. :D), and eating it with my mum brings back fond memories of my summer vacations. That was nostalgia number one.

A childhood friend of mine called me today, and, even though we talk over the phone a million times during a week, today was a bit different. We’d once dedicated this little letter to each other (well, calling it 'little' would be a total lie, since it went on for more than fifteen pages), wherein we’d listed down everything that we adore in our friendship, starting from the day we met, till the last time we saw each other; so, we were just discussing how beautiful the journey has been. Ten years of rock-solid friendship, and the love and warmth is just the same. That was nostalgia number two.

And the last and most important one was of course, watching the very first, and second last Harry Potter movie, side-by-side. :’)

Yes, it was a normal Saturday. But, it was a wonderfully nostalgic one as well, for me. I smiled. I cried. I'm happy. I'm satisfied. :)

Adios for now,

*disapparates*

-Creative Insanity.