Memories Are a Persistent Lot
December 24, 2012
“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment
that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”
― Karl Lagerfeld
There is something infuriating about memories and recollections and there is something “un-put-down-able” about them. However, as L.M. Montgomery stated in her novel The Story Girl, “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” Memories can be a beautiful dream or the worst nightmare, I chose to pen down the former today!
There is something infuriating about memories and recollections and there is something “un-put-down-able” about them. However, as L.M. Montgomery stated in her novel The Story Girl, “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” Memories can be a beautiful dream or the worst nightmare, I chose to pen down the former today!
A strong man with a gentle heart and the most charming smile
I have seen till today, whom I always known to be my father, or “Pa” as I used
to call him, is one of the few who makes the recollections even more
effortless.
I was in my 9th summer when he vanished in the
nick of time. Since, I was not old enough to understand much, cry or complain,
I kept mum. The first year without him was about genuinely remembering him and
giving into melancholia. Few more seasons whizzed past and Pa started taking
refuge in occasional references. The suspected well wishers and people in our relation
kept the flame of pathos alive.
His memories started to fade in the din of growing up. Even
his clothes, shoes, wallet and saved-up coins turned cold and disappeared from
mind’s vicinity.
But memories are a persistent lot.
The beautiful walks with Pa, narrative nights and Saturday evening badminton sessions are all relived again and again.
Not everything was rosy though. Every Math session I used to have with him
ended in boredom and disgust – a mutual feeling. Mental Math, as far as I
remember, was a complete jerk that tried to create a rift between us. There
were discussions, giggles, lessons and a feeling of protection.
Today, when I look back in retrospection, the only question
that crops up is why? Why did everything happen in a hurry? Though, I am not
among the ardent takers of consolation, and yet I feel I spend more hours with
him, even when he is not around!
“Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from
really losing them.” ― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
December 26, 2012 at 7:18 AM
very well written.
December 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM
Thank you Indira di :)
December 31, 2012 at 3:58 AM
I guess you are reading and thinking a lot. Most importantly you are trying to live as close to your heart as possible. I think you are maturing. Go ahead all the best.
December 31, 2012 at 4:44 AM
Thank you so much for taking out time and reading it Bharathi ... really appreciate and ... hhaha ... correct observation ... reading a lot .. yeah ... thinking a lot ... absolutely yes :)