Memories are powerful mood-stimulants. They can seat you on a beautiful, Persian carpet and take you on a magic carpet ride through the rainbows of your past. Then again, they can dig a hole through worm-infested, smelly mud and bury you under the broken eggshells and rotten tomatoes of past pains, hurts and tears.
Yes. Memory can be a teddy bear. It can also be a bitch.
And music, for me at least, is always a trigger-er of past faces, names and places. Most of my memories are linked to music and triggered by music.
This morning, at MaaJanoni's place and we were listening to a favourite music channel of hers. A Bangladeshi couple was singing popular as well as some unfamiliar Bengali folk songs and songs inspired by old folk tunes.
One song reminded me of happier times in JNU, when I was part of a Bangla Band. I associate this song with a friend of mine, who now happens to be my sister-in-law (the MIM's cousin; yes, she is very much responsible for our nuptials).
The other song introduced me to an amazing artist. She is a gorgeous person and I am so thrilled to count her as a dear friend now.
The songs reminded me of times spent together. The memories made me miss them. The songs and the memories made me grateful to have them in my life.
Today, memory was a teddy bear. A singing, teddy bear, no less.
1 comment:
Am glad memories were a teddy bear for you today and not a bitch!
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