This Story Of A Kolkata Girl’s Childhood Memories Will Make You Long For Yours Too
Paying hide and seek with the pals in my locality , our stifled giggles would echo through the lanes. Hidden behind the white ambassador, too engrossed in the game, my childhood brain couldn’t register the transiency of moments. Sandcastles and stories of princesses locked in there were a daily affair. And on Holi, the last bucket of water would always grace my head. I was the youngest of the lot. We had funny names for everyone. Eighteen years into the present and I won’t recognize them; though I hear that one of them is married while another is an engineer.
Everyday I would get down from the school bus and my grandfather’s wrinkled face would greet me at the gate. And those delicacies prepared by grandma would excel the signature dishes of the chefs : chicken sizzlers cannot contest the buttered ‘roti’ rolled with sugar. And now every time I have a row with someone, I would long for them to hear the complaints.
The myriads of best friends and friends I had back in school are lost in the maze of life save a few occasional texts in the social media. The chatter over the tiffin or the quietness of the library or the chaos in the back seats of the school bus are chapters of the scrapbook framed from the parting letters during Farewell.
The lady whose home I visited for the fascination of the chickens she had in her backyard, the Didi who taught me in my nurseries and bought me a box of colour pencils, the uncle at the street side stall who made lip smacking ‘chaats’, the Nanny who stayed in our home and played with me when Maa was too busy in the household chores are the blurred pictures in the collage.
Life is an ocean and every wave brings in experiences. And then they leave behind the glittering sand in the folds of our jeans. Memories stuck in the present. Some of them refuse to wash away. Some I hold on to in my clenched hands. And some just lay there; forgotten pieces of the puzzle.
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