It lived with me in Pune and we travelled together across Maharashtra. It was particularly useful during the Srivardhan trip taken in the monsoons. I still remember that leaky state transport bus!
On campus in Pune, romance blossomed with its help. The nippy weather one.
Over the years, it continued to be a good friend, and obviously moved with me to London. Here it supports me every day from September to April. I literally lose sleep if it’s not around.
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Thakur is a black pashmina shawl. I use it like a night cap these days because my body temperature drops significantly during sleep and I get a headache if Thakur (and its heat) goes missing.
The nomenclature emerged from the time C saw me walk around wearing it in traditional style – covering my shoulders and arms with it. Classic RB style, I got extra lazy about using my arms to do anything either. Hence, the arm-less Thakur (of Sholay fame).
Technically, the label was for me, but the shawl conveniently absorbed it. Now the shrunken, ten-year-old holds a special, permanent position on our bed, and in our lives.
If I think of you back in Lavale days the image has Thankur play a role in it too.
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And you are?
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oops… Parle G boy : )
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A cousin of Thakur's resides with me too! It is the single most warmest shawl I have ever owned – shukriya, dost..
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@Akshay :)@P. most welcome, dost! Cousins need to reunite (Yes, I'm taking every sign :))!
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