Who is your Marie biscuit?

Some see just things, but I see memories in them

memories that tickle me and have their own taste

someone becomes my sweet  choco-chip cookie

while someone else lives in that savory cracker

Tea and Biscuit are like hand and glove. They just have to be together. For me that special biscuit is Marie round biscuit and it sits never alone on my plate. That opaque Marie transmutes itself into a mirror reflecting the smiling face of someone I love and miss so much. This stream of happy memories takes me back to my childhood. The key stored inside this Marie cookie opens the lock of that otherwise cornered memory inside my high traffic mind.

Just like any other little girl, I used to live in my own chimera world. Early on I developed this habit of associating people with things. Apparently, it served the purpose of easy identification of some one when I didn't know their name. So there was one 'orange candy' Aunt, One 'story book' friend of my mother (She was the Librarian), One Majboor (Helpless) Uncle, who was a poet and this was his pen name. But I was too small to realize that he was really not that helpless as his name suggested. His wife was my mother's friend, philosopher and guide. She was a happy mixture of beauty and brains. Herself being a Literature lecturer, she used to adore her poet Husband. 

Her ever smiling round face with naturally blushed cheeks and deep loving eyes glancing out from her golden framed glasses still shows up whenever I see or eat Marie biscuit. I used to frequently visit her at her house 'Majboor Corner' with my Mum. Satya Aunty was a lady who knew the importance of graceful presentation of herself at all times. Always clad in a silk sari with her customary big round bindi and a big bun at her nape, where her thick long locks were neatly stored inside a mesh. She was one of those few brands of ladies whose reserves of motherly feelings were boundless.

Now you must be thinking why am I just talking about a person you do not know...And what's this between her and Marie biscuit. So this one reason - why I used to jump up at the opportunity of visiting her was sure shot snacking upon Marie biscuit. She would always call her domestic help to get a plate full for me with a glass of milk. Somehow, those were the biscuits I would rarely get at my home. There used to be all other sorts of cookies and crackers but Marie. I loved to indulge myself on those slightly sweet discs from heaven. Time has taken it's toll and that special 'Majboor Corner' has become a thing of my distant past. The extra loving souls of this special couple have left this world to merge with the Divine. But she still lives with me in my Marie biscuit, immortalized in it for ever. 

Have you ever felt like this? Have you too got some things in your life that have personified into someone you know and love? Do you have your own Marie biscuit too? If yes, who is your Marie biscuit? Hope, you stay a bit longer to write and tell me about him/her in your comments underneath.