Reminiscence

Thereโ€™s no perfect rhyme or reason, no particular time or season, to reminisce about things, events or people. An old photo or a mere walk down an abandoned lane can bring a rush of memories and before you know, you are spiralling down the rabbit hole.

In the evenings, on my ride back home from work, Iโ€™m lured into realms of mindless reminiscences. Pondering over this and that. Ruminating about ifs and buts. Quixotic expectations and half-baked desires, long forgotten, follow me, bore into my conscience. I falter. Lose my way. I miss a turn or take a wrong one. Itโ€™s become habitual.

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From a sanguine yesterday:

When I left from work, the sky wasnโ€™t as dark. Last vestiges of amber analogous to the last vestiges of faith; the insufferable ache of resigned hopes. A chilly wind blew over my face. Perhaps, not allโ€™s lost, not yet. A shimmer of eager anticipation for the unknown. A strange caprice settled over my heart. At ease, I exited the parking lot.

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From a desolate fortnight ago:

An unfamiliar face, drooping shoulders, with quivering hands, she extended a chit. โ€˜Noahโ€™s Ark. Caesar Lane.โ€™ The scribble read. โ€˜How far is it from here, honey?โ€™ her confident voice enquired. Sweet and sharp, at once, the senile woman bore her eyes into mine.

One second. Two. Three. Four.

โ€œNoahโ€™s arkโ€ฆ Hope you know where that is now?”ย He smiled mischievously. The kiss had caught me unaware. For 5โ€, the world appeared just fine. For 5โ€ 9, you do wish you wereย taller. As if reading my mind, he stooped a little. And I caught a glimpse of the dangling yellow board, overhead. Glowing under the Christmas lights, with the apartmentsโ€™ name on it – Noahโ€™s Ark. I smiled too.

โ€œIs it very far, dear?โ€ She almost pleaded. That word โ€˜farโ€™ pulled me back. Yes, he was far. And I, just a forlorn figure.

Noahโ€™s Ark. The south of where she wants to be. How did she get here? Directing would be an attempt in vain. Several silent seconds pass. A pair of tired pale blue eyes stare at me. I contemplate getting her seated in a rickshaw; I help her mount my scooter instead. 35 minutes later and 11 kms farther, away from my route, a composed elderly touched ground under a glowing yellow board.

A heart pounding inside my chest, the blood degrees cold, the mind adamant, ruthlessly reiterating, โ€œNoahโ€™s arkโ€ฆ Hope you know where that is nowโ€?

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Winters are poignant, beautifully remindful of times, then and now. I love winters for the same reason that I loathe them.

Asha Seth

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  1. I feel annoyed at myself that I couldn’t understand the reference in the last one. You have written it beautifully, but sadly, it is beyond me. And, I know how frustrating it can be to explain. Would it be asking too much, though?

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      1. True, true. I thought so; that’s why I was hesitating. But, appreciate it. I’ll write to you, and hopefully, I’ll have my own “Eureka!” moment. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Loved reminiscing the winter and its nip through fond memories of your days spent in the chill.
    You’ve got a beautiful blog Asha and prettier still portraits painted in words from your mighty pen.
    Keep up the wonderful work!

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  3. Very true! I’m sure that different sections were written at different times. It’s like you were in the middle of something, things struck and you kept on noting them down. I enjoyed this compilation. Winter is indeed surreal.

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    1. Well guessed, Chandan. These were written on different days and of course, in myriad moods. I felt it would be a waste to let the memories of memories pass. ๐Ÿ™‚
      Thank you for waiting a while here. Hope you’re doing great!

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      1. Yeah I’m doing good Asha! What about you? Hope you’re enjoying this christmasy season ๐Ÿ™‚

        ‘Memories of memories’ – right! Let the abstraction grows and when we are have a stack of them, we can think of making our ‘memception or memoriception or whatever variant of inception’ (gotta think of the title though). Have fun ๐Ÿ˜›

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โ€œI love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.โ€ โ€• James A. Michener

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