O Aunty Shiela, walking down nostalgic lane exchanged notes of growing up with a friend far away from the maddening sick world of so called intellectual brats.The neo brats who have nothing to think and ruminate about old times because of a a mobile to talk in hushed tones or a laptop to hide a face behind pretending to be engaged all the time.
The pains , the sharings , the poverty, the exchange of dresses, the honesty of conversations all bring sweet memories of yesteryears matching RK Narayanan's stories in all its simplicity. There was a reason to live and grow up and maintain bonds and ties earnestly never for a moment forgetting the foundations whether it was shaky or strong.
So many thoughts come crowding in, time passes. The old memories are countless.
The old have quickly adapted to the modern changes and have a whole lot of powerful memories to cling to but the frustrated neobrats always complaining and whining have nothing to think about neither past nor present. Not only because of STML(Short term memory loss) but also because they forgot to learn the simple art of appreciating the uphill climb.
Learning and getting on with life as a son or daughter, proud to be rich even without bank balance or a string of letters post the name.
Amidst pleasures and palaces though you may roam be it so humble there is no place like home.
Because as Winston Churchill rightly said, "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give".
The pains , the sharings , the poverty, the exchange of dresses, the honesty of conversations all bring sweet memories of yesteryears matching RK Narayanan's stories in all its simplicity. There was a reason to live and grow up and maintain bonds and ties earnestly never for a moment forgetting the foundations whether it was shaky or strong.
So many thoughts come crowding in, time passes. The old memories are countless.
The old have quickly adapted to the modern changes and have a whole lot of powerful memories to cling to but the frustrated neobrats always complaining and whining have nothing to think about neither past nor present. Not only because of STML(Short term memory loss) but also because they forgot to learn the simple art of appreciating the uphill climb.
Learning and getting on with life as a son or daughter, proud to be rich even without bank balance or a string of letters post the name.
Amidst pleasures and palaces though you may roam be it so humble there is no place like home.
Because as Winston Churchill rightly said, "We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give".
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