The Onam memoirs...

• A breath of fresh air...
• Some memorable moments…
  
• Quite a few laughs…
  
• Catching up with relatives…
  
• Walk through the lush green paddy fields…
  
• Endless photo sessions…
  
• Finger-licking-good sadhya with an awesome payasam…
  
• Fun with cousins…
  
• A drive through Gods own country…
  
• Rain lashing the windshield…
  
• A train journey that touched my life…
  
• Some addition to my wardrobe…
  
• A surprise meeting with a classmate…
  
• Promises to keep in touch… 
  
• Some driving lessons…
  

That was what was in store for Onam this time… Was like a warm refreshing breeze…

But now it’s back to the cold... Life is frozen again…

There was a time...

There was a time when

• boredom was unheard of!
• the word “work” never came in our conversations…
• I remembered the birthdays of everyone in my class…
• someone would jump and ask “so when is the next party?”…
• the only words needed to have a get-together were “let’s meet!”…
• “coffees and conversations” meant nothing, but yelling, shouting and running on the beach did…
• words with no meaning meant a lot…
• e-cards never existed and paper cards were carefully chosen with the best of words, to wish someone…
• a “wassup” could start a conversation for hours…
• I hated weekends coz my friends weren’t there…
• I couldn’t decide whom to call when I was feeling down and ended up meeting all of em!
• a discussion on mathematics turned into tactics for Zork and Myst…
• we formed groups and gave ourselves “fundoo” names and pledged we’ll be like this forever…

There was a time when I loved to be just me…
But somewhere in time, I lost myself…