Memories…

You never know what will trigger off a memory…its always random…its always sudden…its always overwhelming…it always says longer…

I happened to stumble upto a picture taken at film school by him…it was a picture of me…by him…I’m not sure he intended it but he was in the picture as well…I could see him with his camera through the reflection of a window in the background…I was all curled up…with my feet up outside the internet café where we used to do our film assignments for hours…our bags next to us…just a hint of his bike in the frame…I was smiling…and he had to be smiling too cos why else would I smile…smiling cos he took so many pictures of me and I was such an unworthy candidate for a picture…smiling cos he made me look so good in them…its like he saw me in a different way…its like he brought out the good stuff…this is a happy memory that makes me sad cos I wish it had never ended but still happy cos at least I had it!

Memories are powerful too…you can reel under their impact for hours…you can live in their glow for days…you can cry for them for nights…
Ever felt a scent make your mind drift away to a person…it usually hits me like a slap…shakes me up…
Ever felt the lyrics of a song stir you up and take you to another time…another place…
Ever walked into a little restaurant and gone instinctively to a corner that you sat at with your friends…
Ever felt that a song belonged to the person who introduced it to you…
Ever read a story or a poem and remembered someone who you would have loved to read it to…
Ever walked down a street and stopped cos all of a sudden you remembered something you said or did a few years ago at that very spot…
Ever sat in a train or bus and avoided a particular seat cos you’re scared it will haunt you with the memories it may evoke…
Ever avoided a particular flavour of ice cream cos he loved it so much…and it would be like betrayal to indulge in it without him…
Ever smiled cos you know exactly how she’d react if she was in your position…
Ever smelled a flower and remembered how he used to get them for you…
Ever pulled a shirt out from the depths of your cupboard…put it on…took it off…and shoved it back into the other end…just cos it was too painful to see yourself in it without him…
Ever stumbled upon some little belonging of his…like a sock…one lonely sock…and knew how it felt…

Ever felt these memories are so precious that they ought to be locked up in a safe somewhere… lest you lost them…misplaced them…God forbid forgot them…