Last year, I did an Eleven.
This year, considering that the world is about to end soon (:D), I thought I should dedicate this lovely day to memories.
Painful and sad memories can be summoned so easily to drown us in their darkness. Happy memories are like flitting butterflies, so much more elusive, so much harder to pin down.
So here goes, in no particular order, twelve memories that are dear to me.
1. The one time I let my hair down at an office party and danced like there was no tomorrow. I really could have danced all night.
2. The first time I met Lil D, she stared at me with those beautiful, beautiful eyes. Her little hand curled around my chain, and I fell totally in love.
3. The day we decided spontaneously to go for the movie Satte Pe Satta. It was the best family outing ever.
4. A concert by Hari Prasad Chaurasia in college, where everyone, immersed in the mellifluous strains of his flute recital, had bent their heads like a field of crops bowing to the breeze, and one could gaze straight at Lord Krishna himself.
5. The trip back from Kodai, when DH held me with so much care all the way. It made me feel so special.
6. The absolutely hilarious time we three friends had at the movies when we sneaked in and out of auditoriums! I almost died laughing that day.
7. The night I found out I won. I could not believe it.
8. The utter joy when I heard that the EnAble India candidate whom I had coached in just an hour landed the job of his dreams. I felt on top of the world.
9. The complete awesomeness of snorkelling. It was like entering a different universe.
10. The time when I, as a young girl, went up to a complete stranger and offered to help carry her things. The elderly woman was so happy!
11. The high I experienced when, at work, I cracked a long-standing and particularly knotty issue that wasn’t really in my domain, through sheer perseverance. It did wonders for my self-esteem.
12. The very first cake Lil D and I baked together (yes, it was my first cake too), which came out so perfectly that I was in a state of disbelief for a whole week.
Awww, I’ve got to stop now? Just when I was on a roll? That’s just too bad. 🙂
Memory has a funny way of distorting pictures, sharpening some lines, rendering fuzzy some others. Things we believe we will never forget soon fade away, and forgotten incidents sometimes return with a surprising sharpness. Memory is unreliable, yet it is who we are, the stuff we are made of. Take away our memories, and we are nothing. The journey of life does need some baggage, and that includes the pictures in our wallets.