Yesterday, I came across a letter to a friend that I had forgotten to post. In it, I had chided her for not being "online" and stated that I was doing her a favour by writing a letter instead of the normal email or chat communication that I had with all my other friends.
The letter contained a lot of stuff about my daughter who was just a 1 year old then. Arya and I read it together and it was a barrel of laughs. I had written about how Arya had started walking properly and even running about in short spurts. I had written about how she spoke some words and a whole lot of nonsense. And most importantly, I wrote about a funny incident which somehow I had forgotten - we were all watching a Hindi movie with it's typical fight scene, when Arya leapt into action, jumped off the sofa, attacked my mom with her fists saying "Dishum Dishum". Fond memories came racing back into my mind.
I started scavenging the box in which I had found this letter for more such blasts from the past. The search yielded nothing. But Arya requested me to write letters to all my friends now so that she may discover these several years later and we can have fun reading them. My daughter is a sentimental fool and gladly, so am I.
I remembered with lots of regret, the email box I had set up for her and the emails I used to religiously send to that mailbox hoping that someday she would read all about her first smile and her tiny fingers and the way she looked at me when I caught her with my palmtop which she had removed all the keys of. Her first piano lesson and the first time she was on stage - the list was endless. I forgot to sign into that email account for a month when I was on holiday and hey presto! they erased all that stuff.
Coincidentally, yesterday my brother's friend asked me to write about my recent experiences of moving back to India after living in Singapore for 8 years. He also referred me to this site. I was reluctant at first but discovering the unposted letter and thinking of all the memories which I was flushing down the drain by not recording them anymore (after the unfortunate email incident) made me certain that I definitely wanted to chronicle my life.
So here goes...!
The letter contained a lot of stuff about my daughter who was just a 1 year old then. Arya and I read it together and it was a barrel of laughs. I had written about how Arya had started walking properly and even running about in short spurts. I had written about how she spoke some words and a whole lot of nonsense. And most importantly, I wrote about a funny incident which somehow I had forgotten - we were all watching a Hindi movie with it's typical fight scene, when Arya leapt into action, jumped off the sofa, attacked my mom with her fists saying "Dishum Dishum". Fond memories came racing back into my mind.
I started scavenging the box in which I had found this letter for more such blasts from the past. The search yielded nothing. But Arya requested me to write letters to all my friends now so that she may discover these several years later and we can have fun reading them. My daughter is a sentimental fool and gladly, so am I.
I remembered with lots of regret, the email box I had set up for her and the emails I used to religiously send to that mailbox hoping that someday she would read all about her first smile and her tiny fingers and the way she looked at me when I caught her with my palmtop which she had removed all the keys of. Her first piano lesson and the first time she was on stage - the list was endless. I forgot to sign into that email account for a month when I was on holiday and hey presto! they erased all that stuff.
Coincidentally, yesterday my brother's friend asked me to write about my recent experiences of moving back to India after living in Singapore for 8 years. He also referred me to this site. I was reluctant at first but discovering the unposted letter and thinking of all the memories which I was flushing down the drain by not recording them anymore (after the unfortunate email incident) made me certain that I definitely wanted to chronicle my life.
So here goes...!
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