Have you noticed how talking about old times cheers up the environment? There is a magic in reminiscing that makes one feel better and happier. To be transported to a different time and place where one can meet one’s younger self, to meet people who are no more, to replay situations in our minds buried deep inside for several years. And all this is so much fun when the reminiscing happens together, sitting with relatives and friends who were a witness to those events and times. The other day, we brothers were sitting across the table after a hearty Sunday lunch when the topic of discussion veered around our grandfather’s walking stick. It then took a tortuous route touching various phases of his life some of which we had only heard about. The stick led to the accident, rather, his fall from the balcony of the two storey house he built in our village. And the various conjectures and hearsays about what led to the fall. And soon Hari came into the picture. Hari was his Man Friday. The person who so hated himself at not being able to prevent the fall, that he spent most of his youthful years taking care of grandfather. And then we moved on to the present when someone commented about how well Hari is doing these days as an advocate in the village. The stick also reminded us of the games we played with it and the occasional scolding we received. Afternoons at our grandfather’s place were full of fun and games, when the rest of the household retired to an afternoon nap. We used to slide down the solid brick staircase supports causing much alarm for horrified spectators. We were often chased out to the terrace or to the balcony where we continued our tandav. The call to clean up the table brought us back to our world. But for a moment we both savoured the inexplicable joy of being transported to the past and the joy of playing back our memories.
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