Memories of childhood..

I am a very nostalgic person(I dont know whether “nostalgic” can be used to adjectivize a person, but you know what I am, aye?). Slight smells, faint traces of music, seemingly insignificant incidents are all enough to trigger a bout of nostalgia in me.

The smell of ‘Pavizhamally’

Remind me of my aunt. I have never seen pavizhamally flowers around her house, but the smell is definitely there. Reminds me of the long fun-filled days I enjoyed there.

The smell of dry shrubs

Reminds me of school and summer vacations. Our school is surrounded by a reserved forest land on three sides, and the smell used to waft into the classrooms on quiet stifling summer days, just before school closed for the summer.

‘The buzz of the forest’

Reminds me of the small trips our teachers used to take us out into the forest. We used to be all quiet, and this buzz was all we ever heard.

Rose perfume

Reminds me of maths (yeah that’s right 😀 ). Might be because my favourite maths teacher used to wear this perfume. A colleague now wears it, and on some days, I’m back in school.

The clatter of the train

Transports me back to the trips to Kerala that my sister and I used to go on, with Amma. Dad seldom accompanied us when we were children, for he could not tear himself away from his work. I used to count the days to finally get on to the train.

The taste of Hajmola

Reminds me of my maternal grandmother. She used to keep a bottle of them in her trunk, and would let me take a liberal helping whenever I raided her room 😀 . She used to have some lovely pickled lemon peels too.

Goldfish

Remind me of my sister. Be it reading about them, or seeing them. The farthest my memory goes, something related to goldfish was the first thing I read on my own, with sis hovering over me, to ensure that I did not run away 😀 .

The rain

The rain is very very special to me. I always believe that something good happens to me when it rains 🙂 . It brings to me memories that I cannot even place. They seem to be from some other setting – I absolutely cannot relate to the memories. But rain brings to me memories of the good times, of happiness and joy.

 

There we go.. I was verbally tagged by a friend, and the tag is open to anybody(if somebody is reading this 🙂 ).