Monday, May 08, 2006
We all miss a lot of things in life...pleasant moments of life..which may seem silly,stupid or illogical to others..
But in the treasurehouse of our memories,they linger on, events which eventually shaped us..thoughts which motivated us..and the life we lived and the life we relive through our memories...
thanks Anoop for tagging me...
the days when as a kid i used to gaze upto the sky endlessly to never loose track of the stray aeroplane which flew over...wondering when ill fly.
the days when i chased butterflies in my backyard....yellow,white and a myriad of colours ...they were so beautiful
the evenings when i waited anxiously for my father to return from office...now he waits for me..
all the quarelling with my ammamma
the days when amma's fish curry was just enough for the family...
cuddling up with my sisters in the bed..listening to chinthu chechi's stories
the teachers who told me stories..who just loved us like their own kids
the lab i set up in the car shed..where everything from the search light to the atom bomb was reinvented
eating mangoes dipped in salt and red chilly powder along with Doney in my terrace..
the smokes i shared with Paul and vijeesh
getting drunk and singing with friends in college
the endless speeches i made in my college as an union leader
the fights ,strikes and suspensions ...
a lot...these pages wont suffice..my treasurehouse is big..