A few years ago, my memory used to tell me - the color of the ball I used to play with as a child, the rainy day I spent drawing my biology record, the days I were the first one to reach Arul Institute and used to open the door ;), the walk home with my friends, the class rooms at college, NCC, the projects, hostel, cricket, Rs. 10 movie ticket, the dance in cul fest, Munnar, Valparai, Avalanche, Sikkim trips and many more.. But now, he has quietly signed off and refrains from chatting. Everything seems to have blurred - like the Sun from aboard the Voyager spacecraft! Life has settled into a melancholy monotony.
Happiness is made up of little things - the things that put a smile on our face when we think about them. They destroy tiredness, punctuate life and show us that we are indeed alive. They always lighten our mood whenever we feel down and help us sail through rough times. Memory links similar things like 'Molaga bajjis in beach' and saturday nights with friends or a hot cup of tea and monsoon in Western Ghats (which reminds me of the bike trip with Shary & Sridhu - best ever!). Most often, one "brings up pictures" of the other and it is happiness abound.
Memory is fading.. May be I'm "busy" enough these days to not think about them, or may be something else ("responsibilities") has occupied my mind - I'm not focusing enough to make memories vivid, or is it because I'm getting lazier by the day.. Whatever it is, life seems simply boring like "padam paakuren color eh illa".
Most often in life, memories are all that remains of times that we wish lasted forever, things that we want to do over and over again, things that remind us people care, things that make us wake up with a smile. Memories are life.
If we turn back and cannot see the path we tread, it is as good as not being here.. I hope those precious memories live on in my mind for me to rediscover them again.
