Connections

Memories have power. It can be the subtle remnant of the innocent childhood, or could be monsters in the head inspired by real life demons which could haunt and at times even influence one’s present. Childhood is a gift in my opinion, no matter how it was. Be it abundant, luxurious, unfortunate or oppressed, every element of it is an individual seed for growing up. Memories can be simple recollections of all these elements, or sometimes more complicated like associations of the events to the chords it strung inside us. When such associated memories are shared with people, they add value. I still remember particular food items revoking some very sweet memories of school. Chocolate cakes, bashi luchi and chicken, ledikeni etc. remind me of secretly sharing lunch during the first three periods. Basketball during lunch time, kabaddi on school corridors, getting punished for entering the classroom through the window, etc. all have boxes of glory in my head.  No ...