At times I start living in the past.
Sitting on my sofa at this late hour my mind has wandered back to the age of Khatta Meetha. To the age of the romance of the ever-so-old Ashok Kumar and the effervescent Peral Padamsee.
Pearl! What a beautiful name she had...
I must have been a kid when I saw that movie and the image of the doting plum Parsi mother continues to be as fresh.
I guess it is her name. Pearl. A gem!
She has that sweet and mystic aura around her.
That round face with a million mega-watt smile framed within her bob-cut hair is too sweet a memory to be forgotten.
Her anglicized Hindi further added to her charm. And so did the poise with which she walked on screen in those ah-so-Parsi midis and tunics.
Ah Mrs. Padamsee.. I wish you were alive today and we could have seen more of you on the silver screen!
I guess it is your name, Pearl, that immortalises you!
Sitting on my sofa at this late hour my mind has wandered back to the age of Khatta Meetha. To the age of the romance of the ever-so-old Ashok Kumar and the effervescent Peral Padamsee.
Pearl! What a beautiful name she had...
I must have been a kid when I saw that movie and the image of the doting plum Parsi mother continues to be as fresh.
I guess it is her name. Pearl. A gem!
She has that sweet and mystic aura around her.
That round face with a million mega-watt smile framed within her bob-cut hair is too sweet a memory to be forgotten.
Her anglicized Hindi further added to her charm. And so did the poise with which she walked on screen in those ah-so-Parsi midis and tunics.
Ah Mrs. Padamsee.. I wish you were alive today and we could have seen more of you on the silver screen!
I guess it is your name, Pearl, that immortalises you!
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