August 21, 2018
"What's it to look like? How do you get there?"
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How do you get to the memory lane?
You get there when you take a walk through your past; fingers on old photographs, allowing the touch to cause emotions to flood you. And when you close your eyes, you can see it all over again; the people you loved and lost, the books you read and treasured, the stories you laughed and cried over, the dreams you had, the failures you faced, the challenges you won and the battles you lost; they are all hiding in the niches of your mind and are buried in the crevices of your heart.
How do you get to the memory lane?
The portal opens when the fragrance of familiar things sweeps by you, the musty smell of rain in the air and you remember the monsoons of your childhood; a whiff of the fast food truck takes you back to the savouries your mother would cook for you; a scent of warm musk reminds you of your father's warm protective hug as he gathered the five year old in his arms; the aroma of cinnamon and spice is the caress of your first love; and the smell of baby powder makes you wonder when did your baby all grow up?
How do you get to the memory lane?
Some words are the magic spell, a particular sentence in a particular setting, and you are hit by a sense of déjà vu or transported to another time when someone else said it to you. You hear a song and the lyrics remind you of a sepia tinted, sunlit day when you sang that song with someone you loved. You read a story and it takes you back to your childhood, when you first heard it from your mother, as you curled up with your head in her lap. You write a poem and rhyme sings of moments long gone by.
How do you get to the memory lane?
People are the custodians to that road; an uncle, now balding and old, was a neighbour who always got a toffee for you; an young man manning the store who tells you that the elderly person who so lovingly showed you the sarees was his father who had passed away an year ago; a woman with a baby, gurgling in her lap, she was the neighbour who helped you with your homework.
How do you get to the memory lane?
I am not sure anymore, maybe we already stay there; and just wander into reality by mistake.
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Word count 413
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365 Days- Book I
RandomThis is my collection of writings for the three hundred and sixty five day writing challenge - where one has to write something daily, every day, for one whole year, based on the prompts provided - as part of an exercise to improve creative writing...
