a shock of memory :)

she was barely six when she told goodbye to the place where she spent the lion's share of her childhood..as of what she called her childhood within the six long  years out there..:) . Anybody  would feel that a six year old's memory wont travel with her to places through 15 years..but it did..

Transformed by the many people she met,the many things she learnt and the many experiences she had, she is a new person,in looks, a woman;in thoughts, a philosopher; in emotions,an innocent kid whose memories remain untarnished despite the rudeness of life.

Thanks to social networking sites,she began joining her broken links to the past, a past she had unfinished business with.It was incomplete,she felt,somehow,not to have enjoyed then the way she does now.She used to be chained to the pillar of loneliness and rules,and she was always happy on the receiving side of pain.Little did the six year old realize,that her childhood was not to be a wad of papers to receive "stars" and "goods".

And she searched for her long forgotten friends online,with no great results to be happy with.But today ,she is a different gal,rich with experiences , baked with the right amount of disappointments in life, this was no surprise to her.As the years went by,her spirits too got dampened.And then on a typical late night as she was chatting with her friends online,suddenly like a joyous bolt of lightening on her temple, she remembered a name..no two..Gurmeet and Gurpreet..that's the name..not Lucky and Lovely...the names that they were called by.

But now its been 15 years,still, she found them online.She put all her six year old's craving for friends,in two lil words.."Remember me.....?".That question mark was preceded by a few li'l spaces into which she crammed all her memories,ripe with age.The day when she packed all her toys and frocks into a small duffel bag and her new hairband refusing to stay put on her head.The flashes of smiles the aunties were giving each other,the short silent secrets passed among her friends,a pang of guilt for breaking a promise of never ever leaving them rose to her throat from the bottom of her stomach..She silently smiled her toothless smile, when her friends' parents gifted her a double decker pencil box..in her then favorite color.Raw Green.In full glory.With an inbuilt sharpener.She momentarily,became happy for leaving the place.What joy does parting gifts bring!!!

15 years went by in 15 seconds,as it often happens in Indian movies..Gurmeet remembers.A whole lot  of questions asked, a whole lot of things said,which weer never told before cos they had not learnt the words then.Childhood,an age when meaning exist without words.These days words do,without meanings.But still,they remember,as she does.