Fondly forgotten…

5 08 2011

Ever kept a track of the number of people we have encountered in this life?

Ever wondered how many are living, how many are dead and how many we

have erased from the hard disk of our lives?

 

That certain ‘aaya’ from pre-school who pinned the handkerchief just right,

The first teacher who acknowledged your presence in class,

The girl who asked you to sit with her on the first day of a new school,

The friend you drew doodles with in the back-bench or

The one you went on rides with

 

The rickshaw-wallah who ferried you to the dance class,

The bread-wallah, who left his cartful of pastries & goodies in your custody,

The coffee-man who smiles at you and pours a lil extra into your cup,

The lady bent at right angle, who picks up your garbage with a smile that no miss World can match,

 

The hostel-mates who you shared just about everything with,

All those guys & girls you thought to be your prospective partners,

The fellow you would have slapped for eve teasing or for demanding more fair,

The random chap on the train you had a long chat with,

The friend who saved you in a delicate situation,

The people you met at internship and then never met again.

 

The grand-father who discussed taxes when you were in grade 5,

The granny, who could not live long enough to see you throw tantrums,

The parents, you are so afraid of losing and yet leave no stones unturned to trouble at times,

 

Those you would love to hate and those that you wish you had more time with…………

 

At times, it is a bit too late!

Some delicate strings somewhere, some rotten ones lying around and a few broken ones beyond repair

And then there are those that slipped away from your hands even before you could catch them, let alone treasure them.

 

Death takes away a lot.

But what it takes away the most are memories of those that we built them with

Ever felt that you might forget those people that parted

Or those little details about them ?

Their smile perhaps, their silly jokes or gestures?

 

Wish there were a trunk of these memories, carefully tucked away under the bed or something.

Ready for reference anytime!

 

These people, the memories and the circumstances make us who we are.

 

So, the next time you meet someone,

Remember to remember them!

 

 

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4 responses

6 08 2011
bakul

Beautiful thoughts!

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8 08 2011
Ramya

Lovely 🙂 You sent me on a mind trip to the past! Please have a share button on your blog so I can spread the love!!

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28 09 2012
Mark Armstrong

A lovely, lyrical post, with a wonderful rhythm. Extremely well done. : )

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28 09 2012
Tulip

Thank you Mark Armstrong for the words of encouragement and for hopping by my blog. 🙂

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