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By Mayuri Dixit

One might think that there is nothing special about a Sunday spent at home, when you are absolutely jobless; with no electricity; when it is raining outside and you are sitting in the balcony and having 'nothing' to think about. One might call it a boring day. I call it 'a-not-so-ambitious-and-problem-free-happy-day'.

On one of such Sundays, when I was sitting in the balcony, Aai (my mom) came out with a bunch of photo albums to pass time. I grabbed all of them in a flash of a second as though if I were a second late, they would disappear.

I love photographs, especially mine(like any normal girl of my age). The best thing about photographs is that they are self explanatory. Unlike an article (like this one for example) where I have to read through words and make an effort to understand what the writer wants to say, photographs themselves talk. They answer your questions even before you can ask any. Every shade of color has a story inside.

As I was browsing through these pictures, I recalled a number of things which I had forgotten completely. I should tell you here,that I do not have a very good memory. I am not the kind of person who remembers every detail of a funny incident which happened in 5th standard or someone who can recall every student of 10th class along with his/her roll number. I forget things easily. That's my nature. Moving on from one phase of life to other is not very difficult for me. I can adjust easily. I can be easily happy. That does not mean I am not emotional. I do love people and miss my old neighbours and school friends. Just that I convert the sad part of "I'll miss you so much and I cannot live without you" into a happy part like "Hey friends, we will meet, I don't know when, but I assure you we'll be the same".
All these thoughts were going through my mind when I came across an extremely hilarious picture of me. Standing in front of the mic, I was dressed like a proper Indian bride just to sing a two liner opening prayer in my kindergarten social gathering function.

I asked Aai "So this is how you made fun of me in my childhood when I did not understand things ?"

Her rejoinder "You looked so much better then, at least you wore earrings".
I observed that my elder brother was clicked a lot more than me in our respective childhood. Chetan (My elder brother ) with a gun, Chetan with a tiger, Chetan dancing with a girl etc. The last one was shocking. Because I was the dancer girl at home. Aai commented "Actually that dance was choreographed by you Aatya (her sister-in-law) so there was no question whether Chetan wanted to dance or not." Chetan had danced unwillingly, which was clearly visible in the picture.

I had only 2 or 3 pictures for me. One was of my first birthday cake which was a big Mickey Mouse decorated with colorful gems toffees. And another one was me on my first birthday wearing a red frock and extremely unhappy about it. Again this frock was bought by Aatya so no question of wearing anything else.

Then came photos from our various holiday trips. Aai loves cold climate. So Baba (my Dad) used to take all of us to some hill station during our summer vacations. Those were the best days I have spent with my family. The simplicity, tenderness, love and the lack of any kind of problem is so clearly visible in those pictures. Aai looks beautiful in every single photograph. We loved horse riding , no doubt we have lot of pictures with each one of us sitting on a horse and posing so innocently. Then there are pictures of Aai-Baba sitting in the snow, Chetan playing with the snow, I posing like a Super model. Aai and I were clicked together a number of times. The best one of them where Aai and me are sitting in the corner of the valley road and a lush green mountain making a back drop for the picture.

The best of all these pictures was the one of Aai-Baba where Baba smiled whole heartedly. He is usually a serious person to be with. I kept staring at that photo and thought 'Be like this forever. I love you both.'

In a matter of week or two, I won't be having time to stop, sit and stare. I'll be going to a new place, with lot of friends, work, so many parties, celebrations every weekend. I will be having a great life, a life I love, a life I have always dreamt of. But nothing would be as simple and innocent as my family and these photographs.

With this last thought, I collected all the photos and kept them back in the farthest corner of my closet and told them "Hey memories, We will meet again, I don't know when, But I assure you we will be the same".


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