Pictures have slowly started to get blurred....
Fading childhood memories...in black and white...
in sepia
Lily pond (more a tank) near the front gate...trips with Bapai standing in front of the scooter talking all the way..me chattering ...not changed much as friends would say
bringing the yellow chicks home from the nearby hatchery...two yellow fur balls (head and the body) and two black dots as eyes
Crows whizzing past my newly shaven head...and touch down! Ouch! memories still hurt!
climbing the gate, climbing the post, climbing the window....and climbing some more...
scraped knees...bruised hand but a smile in the tear stricken face...
Dumbo hathi...first feel of fear
locking mom in the kitchen...
Mischievous, naughty, whirlwind, common adjectives...
Thank you Ma and Bapai for keeping these memories alive ....but stories were always about me and not about you...
You know, the other day I had a chat with a friend about nostalgia. She preferred to look forward as she felt nostalgia pulls you back. I on the other hand believe in the power and romance of nostalgia...thanks for sharing these memories with us...such powerful images...felt like I was there myself :)
ReplyDeletechildhood memories never fade!
ReplyDeleteno matter how hard u try to run away from them... they will laways make u nostalgic.. nd leave u witha smile and misty eyed!!