Saturday, April 29, 2006

A quick tale 129

At around 11 am one Tuesday morning

You remembered it as you were pouring tea into the cups. Or was it when you were hanging out the washing? You recalled the face you passed-by that morning. It seemed so familiar. Isn't she the one you went to school with? The same straight black hair. The oddly slanted eyes. Slightly bowed legs. And a congentinal inability to say the word 'yellow'. You bet if you had stopped her on the streets, pointed to your umbrella and asked her what colour it was, she would have said 'lay-o'. It had to be her, you were convinced. Until you realised that it had been 32 years since you left school. And your classmate would have aged in that time. Her hair would've turned grey and her eyes would've grown lines around them. Just like yours have. Ah, it's memory, you said to yourself. Never letting people from the past grow old.

12 comments:

radiantbear said...

awesome

Casement said...

It is a pleasure when we bump into old friends and realize that certain things good or bad never change.

IdeaSmith said...

How wonderfully you write...your posts are among the best I've read on the blogsphere...simple and touching.

Narasimhan said...

Dear Ammani,

Brilliant. That is the only word i could come up with.

Came here via Tilotamma's blog and god. What a treasure it is?

With Regards
Narasimhan

Anonymous said...

from one ammanni to another ammani:
How true it is! We are all mothers of teenagers. But when we get together(rarely) we turn into teenagers ourselves much to the amusement of our children :-) who click away ferociously at the mothers shrieking with laughter at juvenile remembrences from the past! Thank You. I can picture all of my friends have fun and not aging a bit at all :)

Nachiketas said...

Absolutely Fantabulous...Ammani, you ever thought of stringing your little pearls into a necklace aka a short sotry or a slightly longish short story?

San said...

:)

excellent!

A Perfect Stranger said...

i love ur quick tales! Keep 'em coming :)

Ganesh said...

beautiful
sometimes it is like looking at oneself in front of mirror where our memories fog the reality.

Lost in trance... said...

memories and cartoon chars.

magicfarawaytree said...

loved this quicktale! totally struck a chord in me!! i keep expecting my friends to remain 6,12,17,20...i moved a lot while growing up :)

Ramya said...

hello,my first time here.awesome blog:)will be back!:)