Childhood Memories revisited...

Some memories from childhood stick with us.
We don't know how or why ? Certain images , fragrances , people , instances are not a blur but make themselves felt.

This is my attempt to put them down lest I lose them with the new memories I am making..

 

The shadowed outline of my Nana's head as he waited for me at Pune railway station. I was travelling alone  from Mumbai with my friend and her mom, and was overjoyed to see him at the railway station.
 

The touch of my mom's tummy which I would squeeze and sleep. I would ask her a hundred times as to why I liked it so much. Her answer was always the same," because you came from my tummy"

 

 

The tall tiffin containing loads of my favorite samosas which my dadi would bring for my birthday... I vowed to devour them all but could never succeed.

 

 

The memory of receiving my first watch.- a Swatch. What a feeling!

The fragrance of my Singapore returned Dad's suitcase. It smelt of a land visited far away filled with goodies.

The mole on my Nana's head which he would make us press hard followed by the story of how a crow gave it to him. Each time we heard it, the story felt new.

The ring of our very first telephone at home, and the ensuing fight between me and my brother to pick it up.

The pet names that my dada had for all us grandchildren. It made me feel special!

Sitting with my nani and learning classical singing. She was such a great singer and I was in awe of her.

The sound of my name being called on stage for the very first time for an award. I felt like I had arrived in life.

My nana asking me about my performance in exams. And even when I hadn't done well, him beaming and congratulating me as though I had come first.

 

My legs shaking as I rattled of my speech in a school elocution competition. It was a rush of fear and adrenalin. And I was hooked on to public speaking.

As I finish writing this post, I have so many more that are coming to mind. I find myself smiling. All the tiredness of a day spent looking after two kids has gone away. For these few moments, I was a child again.

What favourite childhood memory comes to your mind as you read this?  What memory will make you smile, and forget your mundane tiring day?

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