Fear Factor

Just after lunch on a really stressful day at work, I catch sight of a notice put up for movie tickets for the weekend. Hmmm, the movie did have some great reviews- may be I should see it this weekend? Then suddenly, out of the blue, some images flash through my mind - the ones they flash in the news after blasts. I am shocked! No, not by the images but by the very thought that my mind, unknowingly connected the acts - the entertainment (if its a good movie that is.:) of watching a movie and the complete heartbreak of a bomb blast. I dismissed the momentary thought and decided not to cow in to such thoughts and decided to go ahead with my plan (if I take enough time off to purchase the tickets that is..)

Its Real..
The impact is real and it exists and fear is slowly seeping into our collective psyche. I may not have gone into hiding completely or avoided going out, but still the thought creeps into my mind means somethings are just not the same as earlier! Subtle things bother you, like a fire drill in the office- its a mandatory exercise, happens more often than the monsoons, yet, yet - did I hear a mention of the possible bomb threat? Simple things like bags being checked at cinemas for more than just eatables, the constant presence of the law enforcers wherever you look. Things really seem to be changing. Am not sure if this is any good. I'd rather go back to being carefree and live life happily..well, not that I am not - but something is amiss - however small, that little piece (peace!!!) of mind!

Memories that make me smile..

My first ever memory, of sitting on top of a table
that was dinner time with my parents...

My dad buying me bangles of all colour
Taking me for long walks along the lanes

The way my mother always hugs me when i need it,
she seems to know when i need one more than i do.

Playing with my grandmother's silver hair..

Climbing trees to pluck mangoes from them..

Sliding down hills while playing catch n catch

Running like the wind across the fields..

Playing with mud, leaves and sand ...

Spending the night listening to stories..

Listening to my favorite song...

Watching the most romantic scene in a movie
I have seen atleast a 100 times..

Reading my favourite book and re-reading it..
again n again...

Meeting my favourite friend..

The days spent enjoying more than studying...

Those days spent in class with pranks being played all around
The games we played, the jokes we shared

The few precious moments spent with loved ones

Those are the memories i love

Those are the memories that make me smile...