Midday. The sun is so hot, so near to earth, it seems it would burn the edges of the day itself. Hot days like these remind you of the over-simplified stories your grade-2 teacher (Miss may I go to the washroom, Miss may I come in, Miss please get a side) would tell you about the creation of earth. "The sun used to be the only planet. One day it was so hot the sun blew up into small pieces. One of which was our earth"
Sigh.
Memories! It just struck me. Isn't it great that we don't have a perfect memory? Imagine running every second of your entire life in your mind, driving you nuts! I guess our memories are not basically for remembering details; rather almost everything we remember about our past is likely to be highly inaccurate in detail. Our memories are probably for telling ourselves stories about our past. It's all so flawed; a narrative filled with lessons, a filtered account of what amused or distressed us and nothing but... Definitely not a recording of what actually happened. What we remember is either what we choose to remember or are unable to forget. I
And hence I wonder what affiliation my daadi ma had with zarda. Even after the incurable dementia of Alzheimer's had dragged her into the blurred misery of confusion and language break down, she would remember the recipe of our traditional sweet rice. Really. All short and long term memory gone.
But what still remained with her, till the end of days, was almonds, raisins, cardamoms, sugar and ghee...
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dadis and nanis will do that. i can bet my nani would never forget the recipe of her biriyani, which is of course to die for.
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Yeah. Somethings are better left unexplained.
:(
The same parts of the brain which we use to imagine the future are the ones which we use to recall the past :)
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