Sometimes I marvel at how our brains store countless memories, good and bad. In our golden years, these memories often bring us joy and purpose.

Today, let’s explore the fascinating world of our memories.

A collection of memories is like a chest of treasures hidden within our minds, waiting to be unearthed and admired. These memories are the building blocks of our identities, each one a shimmering gem that adds depth and richness to the tapestry of our lives.

Just as a painter meticulously selects colors to create a masterpiece, our memories are carefully chosen moments that paint the picture of who we are.

Some memories sparkle like diamonds

Some memories sparkle like diamonds, reflecting the joy and happiness we have experienced. They remind us of the laughter shared with friends, the warmth of a loved one’s embrace, and the simple pleasures that have brought us immense joy.

These memories are like rays of sunshine breaking through clouds, illuminating even the darkest days. They are the highlights of our lives, moments we hold dear and revisit often, bringing a smile to our faces and warmth to our hearts.

Others are like pearls, born from tears shed in times of sorrow, yet holding a beauty and resilience that is unmatched. These memories may stem from moments of heartache and pain, but they also reveal our strength and capacity for growth.

Like pearls formed through irritation and adversity, these memories remind us of our resilience, our ability to overcome challenges and the lessons we have learned along the way.

They are a testament to our enduring spirit and the depth of our emotional experiences.

Each memory is a brushstroke

Each memory is a brushstroke on the canvas of our lives, creating a mosaic of emotions and experiences that define us. Together, they form a rich and complex tapestry, weaving together the joys and sorrows, triumphs and defeats, and everything in between.

It is this intricate interplay of memories that makes us who we are, shaping our perspectives, values, and beliefs.

When I reflect on my own life journey, I realize that I collect memories like seashells on the shore, each one unique and precious in its own way. Some memories are smooth and polished, easy to hold onto, while others are jagged and rough, reminding us of the challenges we have overcome.

These memories, whether pleasant or painful, are the milestones of our lives, marking the significant moments that have shaped our paths.

“Like a constellation of stars in the night sky, our memories twinkle and shine, guiding us through the darkness and illuminating the path we have traveled. They serve as beacons of hope and inspiration, reminding us of where we have been and pointing us toward where we are headed.”

Just as sailors navigate by the stars, we navigate our lives by our memories, drawing strength and wisdom from the experiences that have come before.

Today, I suddenly recollect old memories that spread a smile on my face, and I want you all to be part of that cherished memory. Stay with me.

The Phone Rang

“Hello, Mr. Verma? Do you recognize me?”

Today, an old friend called. “This is Rajesh. We were together in Shivganj (Rajasthan). I used to work in the electricity department there. These days, I live in my hometown, Barhi (Jharkhand) after my retirement. I got your number through Facebook and decided to call.”

As soon as I recognized his voice, I was thrilled. We were speaking after a long gap of 25 years. Many old memories began to unfold, layer by layer. We talked for a long time, recounting the past 25 years, sharing some of our own stories, and listening to his.

Suddenly, a particular incident from those days came to mind, and we both laughed heartily as we remembered it.

It was during the time when I was posted at the Shivganj branch of my bank. Although it was a small town, the houses there were quite beautiful and well-built. However, many of the houses were empty because the “Marwari community” in the area built beautiful homes as they were wealthy, but preferred to live in Mumbai or Pune where they had established their businesses.

They were always on the lookout for tenants with small families who could take care of their homes. The rent was usually minimal, and some even offered their homes for free as long as they were well-maintained.

one more condition

There was one more condition: the tenant could not cook or consume non-vegetarian food in the house. Marwari Community is generally Vegetarian and God fearing.

We would solemnly swear to abide by this rule, take the keys, and try our best not to break their trust. The house I got was very beautiful, and all our friends lived nearby.

Being from Bihar, it was hard to go without meat and fish for long. Since we lived alone without our families, we would occasionally have secret parties on Sundays in our house as if no one knew. (To be continued)

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