Christmas of childhood in Kochi was the tension of whether we that is Neet, Mariya my sister and myself in the choir would be able to sing well or not for the midnight mass. The days preceding the day of Christmas after the school closes for Christmas vacation was spent in the church practicing for the choir on Christmas day midnight mass. The church would be a place of great activity with the youth members from the church setting up the crib, the Christmas tree and the light and audio arrangement for the nativity play which takes place during the mass. Christmas this time was a nostalgia of all these memories.... the choir practices where we had so much of fun, the thrill we got after having finished the mass and parishioners congratulating us on having sung well....the sipping of hot ginger tea at night before the mass so that our voices came out loud and clear...the sleepiness we had to fight off when the priest gave the sermons.....mostly it was the thrill we got when we sang the songs which we had been practicing for days and literally singing every waking moment till the Christmas mass.
This time too like old time Neet, Mariya and myself attended the mass together......just like the good old days the only difference being there was new set of young girls as part of the choir singing instead of the three of us. :) And we went and congratulated them after the mass as we knew that these would be the beautiful memories of Christmas for them in the years to come.
At times like these I always wonder why did I have to grow up..... :) :(
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