Manjri translated in Marathi is 'Cats'.
A place or a person, a feeling or a memory. Innocence sublime. Perfection personified.
We yearn for a moment of absolute tranquillity where happiness reigns. Being frivolous by nature, this happiness is gone before we know it, then we feel stripped of the constant pleasure of much yearned euphoria.
I feel that those moments are not lost entirely, they are just transferred to another entity. Lost to us , gained by another, fleeting in its existence, its a taste that can only sweeten the tip of the tongue. We want to consume it forever, but alas it must leave to salivate another mouth.
Me and the 3 boys had the same experience in our short encounter in Manjri. We will remember this moment forever, and yet forget it just as easily. This feeling must continue to pass itself on around the world.