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Reminiscences

“ We often reminiscence bygone days . Days that are crystal clear in every fibre of our body . ”

The girl , that you see on the photograph has visited her aunt’s house after a prolong period of time . She remembers how as a little girl , she used to run through the corridors , stairs and verandah . She asks herself , “ Didn’t I not read stories of Ruskin Bond leaning my head against the window ” ? Just then , her mind bounces from one thought to another . The girl recalls how she used to help her aunt in household chores , water plants in the garden along with grandmother , write poems at night , play indoor games and devote her hours to studying .

It’s been ten years until she returns . Where was the damsel before stepping here ? Why did it take her ten , long years to come back ? What had caused her to depart from her childhood residence ? As she sits , she visualises her as a young , chirpy girl of ten who found joy in everything . The adult ponders on how she used to steal newspaper from her grandfather’s room to collect images and stick it on her hobby book . She delves on the days when some of her neighbourhood friends invited her to a birthday and festival . She blissfully wore clean dress and visited their home wearing a smile that would never fade away from her face .

When she walks out of the house , she looks at the backyard and a playground that is situated next to her residence . She says , “ It feels like visiting a museum , because everything holds an importance . ” Hardly she utters the sentence when tears leak from her eyes . She cries in happiness as she feels fortunate enough to revisit and relive the golden years of her life . She adds , “ Sometimes , we have to refresh our mind by reminiscing . It makes us nostalgic and a much experienced person ”.

A moment later , she goes away with a bag full of memories collected from the pocket of time . Her face shines with glee and with a frail step , she walks towards her destination with a heart full of dreams , hopes , obligations and goals .

Photography by : Bhuvana Ganguli

Written by : Abhishek Mukhia

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