Memories
Sometimes people tell me how they remember every detail of special days, the sights and sounds and colors. But as I sit down to recall days, I miss the details. In many ways my birthday this year was memorable, good or bad, it was a day I will not forget. But I don't remember everything about it, I just know how I felt.
They were 8-9 long years I spent in The Netherlands but if you ask me today to describe even one day, I can't. There are haphazard flashes, a day spent with Lena with a crisp wintry sky overhead, singing at night on an empty street, violets growing wild, playing basketball with two very handsome guys (:D), Disneyland.
At times when am going somewhere, there will be a sudden sound, or maybe the way a tree is bending over a lake, or some food cooking, or the way the road suddenly bends and suddenly, I will remember something about Holland, I will be transported back to those days I spent there. Maybe memories are not in the details. Maybe memories are in sudden flashes as we live our present, and in those flashes we relive the past.
Time is very important too. When I was in NL, I had a little tough time there and when I came back to India, I had a lot of anger and hatred against some of my relatives. But as I write this entry today and I recall what happened, I feel no anger, no hatred. I can sit and remember those days without any feeling of bitterness or resentment. Does time really sweeten memories or does it simply make us move ahead and helps us find closure? Or maybe, time shows us what lies ahead is just worse so that the past just seems sweeter.
They were 8-9 long years I spent in The Netherlands but if you ask me today to describe even one day, I can't. There are haphazard flashes, a day spent with Lena with a crisp wintry sky overhead, singing at night on an empty street, violets growing wild, playing basketball with two very handsome guys (:D), Disneyland.
At times when am going somewhere, there will be a sudden sound, or maybe the way a tree is bending over a lake, or some food cooking, or the way the road suddenly bends and suddenly, I will remember something about Holland, I will be transported back to those days I spent there. Maybe memories are not in the details. Maybe memories are in sudden flashes as we live our present, and in those flashes we relive the past.
Time is very important too. When I was in NL, I had a little tough time there and when I came back to India, I had a lot of anger and hatred against some of my relatives. But as I write this entry today and I recall what happened, I feel no anger, no hatred. I can sit and remember those days without any feeling of bitterness or resentment. Does time really sweeten memories or does it simply make us move ahead and helps us find closure? Or maybe, time shows us what lies ahead is just worse so that the past just seems sweeter.