“It’s raining it’s pouring, the old man is snoring Went to bed and he bumped his head And couldn’t get up in the morning.” Trust me, some mornings I do want to behave like that old man Jose Feliciano sang about. Waking up early in the morning when the overnight temperature has dropped below the …
Family Days
We had friends over for dinner last week and ended up nostalgically recounting those fading memories of fun-filled family gatherings during the summer or winter school breaks at our grandparents’ homes. Preparations would start weeks in advance, with kids being reminded to be respectful to the elders and “learn to get along with your” cousins. …
Treasuring dried flowers in a book
Nostalgia. Celebrated writer and two-time Giller Prize winner MG Vassanji’s latest offering is an interesting exposition of a future where a human’s memories can be selectively enhanced or replaced with fictional ones to generate a new persona. Until we can get there, I have only my rapidly fading recollection of days gone by. An element …
Memories
“Karoge yaad to har baat yaad aayegi, Guzarate waqt ki har mauj thehr jaayegi Ye chaand beete zamaanon kaa aaeenaa hoga, Bhatakte abr mein chehraa koi banaa hoga Udaas raah koi daastaan sunaaegi Gali ke mor par soona saa koi darwaazaa, Tarasti Aankhon se rastaa kissi ka dekhegaa Nigaah dur talak jaake laut aayegi” – …
