First Memory Tag
I have been tagged by the charming Lotus of Lotus Reads to come up with my earliest memory. I have one but I decided to throw in a few more mostly because they seem to be etched deep within my memory banks, and I don’t seem to have much trouble recalling them. They are not of any particular significance to anyone except me, I am not sure they have a huge roll in shaping me as a person but probably one of the multitude of many that help shape me and continue to do so.
1. This is my first ever memory... All I know was that I was 2 or 3 at that time, and this begins with me walking to the bathroom of the apartment where we lived. My mother was getting ready to bathe and had gotten a bucket of hot water ready. I think you know where this is going right? I make it with my baby steps to the bucket and before mom has a chance to stop me, promptly plunge my tiny hand in to the bucket of water. Yeoww!!!! Yep, needless to say I found out the hard way and I learnt fairly soon the meaning of the term “being in hot water”! No the burns were not serious, nothing that some cold water and the antiseptic cream “Burnol”(I am sure some of you remember this one? Especially the distinct turmeric yellow colored tube and the black cap that this product came in!) did not make right. The tears took a while to subside though and one of many lessons was learnt that day.
2. I loved tossing things out. We lived on the 4th floor and my mom had one of her gold bangles lying around. I picked it up and tossed it out of the window. My mom saw me doing it and she promptly picked me up and ran downstairs to the street. Yes the gold bangle was found, and these things were valuable.
3. I remember my first day at kindergarten in school. I even remember the classroom where my first ever class was. On the first floor right next to this huge brass bell that was rung after each class was over and when school began and ended. Of course I cried my heart out, being away from mom and dad and my baby sis was not easy, especially on that day.
4. I recall being with my grandmother once, she was very old then with very soft wrinkled skin and gnarled hands from a life time of work on the farm and a hard rural life. She visited us once when I was a kid. I remember her kissing me on my cheek and I cannot forget the feel of her skin and her touch. I can’t quite say why, perhaps because I was born pretty late to my parents and I have not really experienced what it means to have grandparents, who love and spoil you unconditionally, and hence this memory is burnt into me?
5. I have visited my parents ancestral village in the Ratnagiri region (home to the famous Alphonso mangoes) in Maharashtra. Back then in the mid 60s it was a place with no running water. I missed that as a kid and remember crying over not having a proper toilet to use. But one of my enduring recollections is that of walking across a shallow river bed, the water was barely ankle high. I distinctly recall the stones on the bottom, smoothened by years of being caressed by the crystal clear water and by the air in the dry seasons and rains when they first came. But mostly I was simply enchanted by the sight of the small silvery black fish that scattered away at the disturbance our feet in the water created.
Now that I started writing these down I suddenly am able to recall a whole lot more to reminisce about.
Anyway, those were some of my earliest memories. I am not tagging anyone else, but if any of you feel like it, please run with it, I will always be interested in reading what you have to say.
And last but not the least, Lotus.. I thoroughly enjoyed doing this tag, thank you so very much for tagging me!