Memories never fade, be it the memories of being a tiny girl in a tiny frock holding dad’s little finger or be it mom running behind with a glass of milk which I would always find a place to dispose off when she wasn’t around.
Memories of going to school and college, standing in the prayer hall, sharing lunch, competing with friends for marks, begging the teachers to give one more mark, falling down with bruises during the play hour, trying to be the teachers’ favorite, being in our own “groups”, cursing the university for the marks, remain fresh.
Memories of joining my first job and leaving it in a couple of months to find something more appealing, waiting for months to find the right job, settling in the new job, trying to make a mark for self, loving the job and people around, loving the adrenaline rush the job brought every single day….I miss it.
Memories of seeing a guy and getting engaged to him within a few days of meeting him first, maintaining a long distance relationship for 5 months and then getting married and settling into a new life with new people, leaving mom and dad in a house I grew up in, still brings a happy-sad smile on my face.
Memories of ma-in-law cooking delicious food, the ma-in-law/daughter-in-law bonding that happened over lunchtime, the doting dad-in-law’s talk when he came back from office, the times I spent teasing my little sis-in-law, laughing with her, still lingers in the mind everyday.
Nostalgia, I say, surely, is evil!