Once I had a terrible quarrel with my middle sister elder to me by 5 years. What did I do to get back at her? Well, we were staying in Kolkata and I always maintained two journals of science , one for my sister to tear when she was angry with me and one the original one for school. So, she tore the journal in anger and satisfied her anger, what was I to do to get my own back at her. She was in fact still is fond of perfumes and had a collection of them. I opened her perfume bottles and slyly added water to the perfumes and lo behold the solution in them turned milky white. I knew she would question me. So, when she asked me wondering what must have gone wrong with her perfumes I very innocently gave her a scientific reasoning saying that since it was hot and humid in Kolkata her perfumes got discoloured. HAHAHAHAHAHA. And she believed me. It was later in life that I told her about it and boy oh boy, what a laugh we had.
Today also when I look back on those carefree days, I smile and tears trickle down my cheeks thinking how happy and innocently vindictive we were. I wish I could rewind and relive those days again.
If I were given a second life, I would like to live it the same way I lived my this life. It was beautiful. There have been days when I have been hurt but looking back I guess it only made me stronger. There are no ill feelings that I harbour against anyone. Today, I want them all in my life as my friends and family happily reminiscing and living together.
I also remember my birthday bashes which my brothers and sisters kept for me. But, I hardly had any friends, and all those who attended those parties were either my brother's or my sister's friends and they would bring gifts and pamper me. I also remember being kicked out of the room because my sister and her friends would be giggling and sharing their secrets and so would my brother and his friends. I grew up mostly as a lonely child despite there being four other siblings. The age difference mattered a lot.
During adolescent years, I remember blackmailing my brother into parting with his money or ordering pizzas for me from Trattoria, now at Taj President so that he could be left alone with his girlfriends in the absence of my parents at home. My bribe would include a movie and a big bottle of cola.
Now, that secret is used to tease him and his wife during family gatherings. How wicked can I get? There are lots of incidences and lots of memories. The walk down the memory lane is haphazard skipping a few years here and there but they would be included too. Time today's blog at this juncture to reminisce about days of glory in the past. Me and my memories...
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