I did not realize I was making memories when –
- I flew away riding my bicycle, one fine day, perfecting the balance for the first time without anyone holding it
- As a kid I thought I was flying when I went high up in a swing
- I stole cookies from the kitchen
- I made my escapes into the world created by the words of Enid Blyton, Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Tinkle, etc.
- I read my story books during ‘study time’ by hiding it under my text books or keeping it in the drawer nearby
- I had to stand outside the classroom or put my ‘hands up’ for rest of the period because me and my bestie giggled aloud at one of our silly jokes, during a teacher’s lecture
- We felt excited for getting a free period at school when a teacher was absent. But most of the times we had to spend the entire period standing in the assembly ground as a punishment for creating a ‘fish- market’ in the classroom
- I exchanged my tiffin with my Punjabi & Bengali friend who loved to eat my Assamese Maa-made food
- Me and my elder sister dressed up our lil’ sister
- We three sisters gave each other handmade cards & gifts at the stroke of midnight on our birthdays every year
- Maa stitched, all by herself, exactly 3 same frocks (only the size differed) for the three of us
- We played Miss India contests in my childhood with my neighbourhood girls (boys were a strict no-no) complete with sequins studded cardboard crowns and paper sashes scribbled with colourful sketch pens
- We visited our ancestral home twice a year during Bihu and getting to experience rural life from close quarters – sowing, reaping, fishing in ponds, climbing trees & plucking fruits – we tried our hands at everything.
- My sisters, Maa & Deuta – all five of us sat under the warm winter sun relishing on some sweet oranges or Robab Tenga & chit-chat too.
- We got our 1st landline connection and the ‘n’ number of prank calls we made whenever Maa & Deuta were out – how excited we were!
- I felt loved and cared for by Maa & Deuta when I was sick and they were beside me taking care of me & comforting me as well (now, I have to take care of myself 😦 )
- I thought my sisters and my cousin brother were my worst enemies
- I made my first friend when I went to a hostel for the first time
- Fell in love for the first time
- Me and my hostel mates giggled & tip-toed into the mess at hostel for cooking our favourite 2 minute-wala Maggi
- I managed to wear and walk in a saree all by myself for the first time in my MBA days (Wednesdays were saree days)
- I got my first paycheck, in 2009, and the smile that I could feel lighting up on my dad’s face when I informed about it to him over phone
Oh! There are so many more…..
“Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.”
― Oscar Wilde
I am participating in Write Tribe Festival of Words – 2. This post is under the theme of Day 1 – Memories