Friday, November 02, 2007

Nostalgia

A couple of days ago, I was drowned by this sudden deluge of nostalgia. Memories from the early 90's, when I was in my 6-9 classes. Memories of a time when I was still an innocent kid going to school with my schoolbag, lunch box and water bottle. I remembered the rickshawman, the feverish street cricket every evening, the summer holidays, the festivals... How could I forget those!. Diwali, Navarathri, New Year were so much fun. The sweets, the days spent bursting crackers and visiting relatives(in particular, the bijili throwing sessions from the terrace in the afternoons), the fun events organized in the apartment complex. The History exams, Amma's tuition classes at home, the 'cable tv', the vacation every year (thanks to Appa's LFC). I could go on and on, but I won't. For my own sake.

Those were good times.

Slowly, you grow older and age brings with it all the things that make one's life what it is, competition, worries, relationships, money etc and you are left with nothing but memories of a time when things were better and you feel good about it.

I can't believe that none of the things I recollected mean anything anymore. I wish they did. I want to relive those days. But this time, knowing fully well that those were the best days of my life.

I know I can't. Or can I?