Memories

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Pure Primaries

Colours are the Lego blocks of a remembered childhood, the pure primaries of the glossy plastic, light sliding off smooth bright planes... the reds, the blues and the impossible yellows. A treasured possession was a red plastic 'sunglass'. Perched on the nose, it magically transformed the world, the colour washing over roads, cars and people; the grey grime of the city suddenly full of pink possibilities, a pink skyline blending into a rose-tinted horizon.
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In Remembrance Of New Year Cards Past

In his brilliant essay titled "Imaginary Homelands", Salman Rushdie quotes from the opening lines of one of L P Hartley's most memorable books, The Go-Between. "The past is a foreign country" goes the line, "they do things differently there." As you grow older these words ring true, every so often, especially in moments of nostalgia.I had one such moment a few days after this year began, when I received a "Season's Greetings" card from an old friend.

Good Times Bad Times: Remembering ‘Bonzo', The Man Who Gave Me Rock N' Roll

He rarely left his room, drinking throughout the night. Yet he would be cold sober and sharp during the day, reading relentlessly and listening to Led Zeppelin on his gramophone. He would smile and say that he would leave his books to me. I cherish the beautiful ramblings of his poetry and prose he scribbled on loose sheets of paper, now yellowed and frayed, but the fountain pen ink, surprisingly, still not faded. As if his blood still flows brightly and restlessly in the words.
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‘A Strangeness In My Mind': Pamuk's Ode To A Keeper Of Memories

Many reviewers have described A Strangeness in My Mind as a "love letter to the Turkish city", an "elegy" and so on, but, for me, Pamuk's novel is a plea, a prayer, to let the city of your imagination live in you instead of wallowing in a longing for the past. Mevlut's pledge to sell boza (a fermented wheat drink) "until the day the world ends" becomes the source of nostalgia for others who have come to terms with the "mercantile" and "industrialised" way of life.
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‘A Strangeness In My Mind': Pamuk's Ode To A Keeper Of Memories

Many reviewers have described A Strangeness in My Mind as a "love letter to the Turkish city", an "elegy" and so on, but, for me, Pamuk's novel is a plea, a prayer, to let the city of your imagination live in you instead of wallowing in a longing for the past. Mevlut's pledge to sell boza (a fermented wheat drink) "until the day the world ends" becomes the source of nostalgia for others who have come to terms with the "mercantile" and "industrialised" way of life.
Ruth Dsouza Prabhu

Reliving My Memories Of The Kuwait Invasion

August 2, 2015 spells 25 years since the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. Wars were fought, a dictator brought to his knees and lives torn asunder ever since. As expatriates caught in the crossfire of two warring nations, my family and I were among the thousands of Indian refugees evacuated from Kuwait in what was the largest such operation internationally by our government in 1990. I was an 11-year-old back then and chronicled every moment from in a diary. Here is some of my story...
Cathy Yeulet

The Idea Of Ice Cream

It was not that ice cream was scarce, but it was something that needed to be earned. You couldn't just get it, like say a piece of barfi or pedha which was always there in the fridge or the kitchen. To get a small cup of vanilla ice cream, you had to either get good grades, or do housework, or demonstrate exemplary behaviour. Naturally, many of us didn't get any ice cream for months.