it has been long since i was tagged... and this ones intriguing... when i sat about thinking what was my oldest memory so many other memories from the nook and corner of my mind came about playing catch with each other... but one of them just struck as my oldest memory... its really nothing much but i still remember what i felt at that time...
i was real small then... say 4 years old... i was a cute plump kid... with large eyes and uneven teeth... (today im not cute... im a lil fat... i still have large eyes and uneven teeth!)... it was evening and my granpa offered to take my bro and me to the gateway of india... both of us were very excited to go somewhere nice... i distinctly remember my mom dressing me up then... she had got me a new outfit and i so wanted to wear it... i remember it was red in color... shorts and a tee shirt... blood red... mom said i looked pretty while my bro looked at me disdainly saying i looked fat!... we reached gateway and were running about in the garden when my granpa called us to watch the monkeys there... they were performing tricks and the monkey man was playing some kind of music... we were so happy then... clapping our hands... jumping in sheer delight... holding each others hands and laughing loudly... !!!
thats all i remember... nostalgia :)))... now im missing my granpa...
7 comments:
aww...so wht were ya actually emphasizin by rememberin dis memory f urs huh??
dun temme..u suddenly were conscious f ya bein fat or whteva...chill duhh!! i bet m as fat as u r!! :P
\m/ peace \m/
:P
so cute..
its always gr8 fun in the memory lane.
tk cre..
tks for the tag!
haha firstly, ur not fat...and i love reminiscing...makes me feel so nice :)
awww m000nie this is indeed a tear-jerker...so darn cute!
**holding each others hands and laughing loudly
lol adorable!
Keshi.
Ah, sweet. I so want to visit Gateway of India too but that'd mean I'll have to visit Mumbai first. But yea, I have similar memories at India Gate. Used to go there everytime I'd go to Delhi and it was great fun.
When the present becomes too cold at times, it is only within the embrace of memories, do we find that warmth of nostalgia.
Very warm post Neha! Reminds me that I have to think about finishing this tag.
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