old spot of gold...

its freakin hot here in delhi...
and all those who study in jnu or anywhere in the city, and who are originally from colder regions of the world will understand what i mean...
the road actually seems to be made of fire! you walk, you get scathed, you ride, you get scathed, you exist and you get scathed from head to toe in the heat...
in this heat, sippin' on a cold drink (it says orange on the label but has wierd taste that has nothing orangy about it except leaving you tongue looking like as if you just puked 2 litres of orange dye), i suddenly remembered what it was to actually taste a thanda...
the cold milk with a hint of rooh-afza, the nimbu paani ma made back in assam, the thandai with lots or kesar and other secret recipe stuff that mum never divulged in front of the neiborhood aunty...or even our very own goldspot!
ah...
how i remember the old cold drink....
it almost meant a treat when dad uttered the word almost 12 years back. cold drink meant gold spot and gold spot meant cold drink...guess it was only after a very long time that i learnt to say pepsi or coke or anything like that...for me, it was always goldspot, with the latest additions to the market it only became black goldspot...but goldspot it was...
i still love that drink...and just for the sake of nostalgia, the belief that the world stays as innocent as it was when i was a kid, the hope that i may return to childhood once again and find that old spot of gold that my sanctuary was, i would love to taste goldspot again..
just to cheer myself up, when i have a labrador retriever as a pet, i am gonna name it goldspot!