I do not remember much of my childhood. Much of my memories are reconstructed from old photographs. They are GM memories genetically modified. There are some memories that are as real, unadulterated.
I remember the deafening silence after the loud bang of the cracker which burst too close to my sisters ears. God has been kind, he spared our toddler ears and we can hear clearly today. I also remember the anger on my moms face when she realised that the 20 rupees she had kept safely for dipawali was missing! We had flicked it and burst the crackers two days in advance! God was kind, dad came early from tour and brought with him a bagful of crackers home.
I do not remember any year when we did not have a huge cache of crackers to burst.
All my unadulterated memories are about the time I spent playing, fighting shouting kicking and loving my sister.
All my unadulterated memories are about the time I spent playing, fighting shouting kicking and loving my sister.
Some of them are also about the times I spent with you.
You a gift to put thoughts into words. I enjoy your writings.
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