NOSTALGIA


You arent forewarned, No! no intimation whatsoever. It just stikes you during a conversation, maybe its a word, or a picture, or a smell, or even a movement of some sort, the trigger could be just about anything, and behold! you are sent hurtling across the memory highway. Those days, they just arent forgotten. Sitting in Ammi's lap and hearing her read "Tintin" to you. Climbing up the Guava tree and picking up some ripe ones. Rushing into Abba's arms when he returns from office, and getting lost in the jungle fight with your little brother. Memories die hard, and so make good ones- is all I say.

While I am at it, let me recount a few more of those.. innocent sunday mornings greeted by Rangoli, followed by some tamizh serial and then Mahabharat. Then off it was to the streets to play cricket. Lunch would be ready, hot and tasty, follow it up with a sweet nap and then sneak away to the ground while your parents are still resting. Come home drenched in sweat and mud, duck some scoulding, wash up and drink that complan. It was time to check if all homework was completed. Dinner would be listening to dad tell mom about happenenigs in office. Sleep would be listening to dad narrate the story behind a face that launched a thousand ships.

To come running home from school and find your mother rustling up your favourite snack, boy! will I ever be that happy again? Ever?