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Nostalgia need not be exciting

It occurs to you like a bolt of lightning. You wish to call your sister and share the news with her straightaway. But she lives in a different country and it's an unsocial hour right now where she lives. Still, you quickly finish your shower, hastily get dressed, run down to the phone and dial the 15 digits that make up her telephone number.
'Hello...'' goes the other end.
"Hi, it's me. Do you remember this tune?', you ask, humming the melody that has been making its round in your head all night.
You hum some more. 'Remember?'
You repeat the hum. 'Now?'
'Yeah', she says finally, 'it's the opening music from that old radio show, no? What about it?'
'Nothing. I just wanted to see if you remembered it', you say slightly annoyed that she isn't half as excited as you were when you remembered an old tune from your childhood.


Anonymous said…
So so very true!
unfair! unfiar! unfair!
the Monk said…
Shyam said…
Been there, done that, got yelled at... :)
radhika said…
this is so true! i even recorded the song on a cd and sent it to her (all the way to chennai), and when i asked if she heard it, she goes..."uhh..hmm, it ias o-k"

ps: thanks for your vote :-)
Vikram H said…
subtle and yet so beautiful...excellent...
?! said…

When one remembers songs from old Rajnikant films (Johnny n all)

and then there is no enthusiasm on the other side :( On other hand, done that too to them!!

Threads from the past are remnants of tapestries to us. And just a thread, actually a raggedy bit of string, to others!
Rubic_Cube said…
now that was deja vu. happened with me. anybody remembers the serial "nukkad" that used to be shown on DD way back in mid 80s? me and my younger bro used to holler arnd at home when the serial used to start...

(btw, not a first timer here, but a first time commenter. was a regular to read the quick tales. its quite unique, i say!)
Harish said…
I have the old DD tune as a ringtone! :D
lenscrafter said…
true story ammani ? ur recipe blog is cool, but a little too much for me. can u post some easy cooking recipes :)
project why said…
loved this post...
what is tragic is when you have no one from your past to call..
i know the feeling
my sis and i still holler and hum and sing across the continents too!:) (sometimes even as lyrics in an email!)

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