My mind goes back to another September morning just short of forty years ago. Dr Bhatvadekar's Maternity Home , next to the Post Office in one of those cool, leafy lanes of Chembur and just above my bed to the left is a small window through which I can see bright sunshine touching the leaves with gold and making the brilliant bit of blue sky even bluer and the clouds like cotton wool puffs. Beside me is my new born second son , eyes scrunched up tight and sweet lips pursed in an endearing pout. And through the window flows in the mellifluous sound of devotional songs from the nearby Ganesh Mandal.
New beginnings indeed . The rains are gone , the sun is out , Lord Ganesha has set up his residence once again and we have a new baby. And every year , come September , that remembered moment flashes in my mind's eye with unbelievable clarity and I am transported to that magical morning . My husband walks in holding the hand of our first born , all of 20 months but all of a sudden the big brother , and a little boy now in his own right .
No matter Dr Bhatvadekar's Nursing Home , that elegant edifice in stone and wood is lost to "Redevelopment" and those innocent and simple Ganesh festival celebrations today have been replaced by vulgar display of political wealth and clout , the morning of Ganesh Chaturthi , every year never fails to fill my heart with joy and hope .