Ahh! its roohafzah
I still remember my childhood days when we kids from all neighborhoods would gather in our local “gallis” and would play all afternoon in scorching heat and our mothers would scream all the peak hours to get inside and have some coolant so that we dont catch illness. We would ignore their pleads and continue with our play. The heat would turn us and red and our mothers would worry big time. We would run, we would scream, we would jump, we would fight no matter how many times we are called. we would mischievously plan that nobody will listen and would keep playing. according to our plans, we would on a particular time, tell our mothers that we are feeling sleepy and then tell our mothers to lie with us till we sleep. and as usual our mothers would fall asleep faster than us because they used to get up early in the morning. We would silently slip out of houses and then we were free birds till they woke up.
I still remember we had end number of coolants to cool us like aam panna, jal jeera, lassi from curd, nimboo shikanji but i had my personal favorite which was Hamdard’s Roohafzah which was just like a best friend to me, anytime, anywhere! I would secretly pour it in glass many times a day and would have it without second thoughts.
Every evening mom would make something different with my favorite Roohafza and we kids would gulp it down like crazy. We would never get tired of it. The aromatic drink with flowery smell not only has a permanent place in our kitchens but in our hearts too!
My all time favorite was when my mom would mix Roohafza with a tinge of vanilla ice cream with chilled milk and serve us, we would be on cloud nine and had more than two glasses each and fight for more. My all time favorite memories of childhood revolve around Roohafza. I relive and share my happy memories with my kids each summer and make it Roohafza Summers.
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