Thursday, 22 August 2013

A House Stacked with Memories

Old books can transport you into a world of memories
Anukriti Sharma @ Walterre, Dehradun
It is strange how little things remind you of your loved ones. A forgotten rose found pressed in the pages of a book--the fragrance is lost and so is the relationship. A self-painted card given by a long lost friend, hidden in a stack of old papers--he is dead but his memories are not. A song that reminds you of a family trip through the winding roads of India--Pukarta chala hun main. Clothes washed in Surf Excel Matic bring back memories--they smell so much like Maa. A wristwatch gifted by my two beautiful room-mates--shows how time has flown by so quickly. Laughter and smiles--can time bring them back? The drawers are filled with little trinkets my sister used to wear--little earrings, bracelets, and scarves. She is far away yet so close to me.

Living alone in a house stacked with memories is not easy. But these memories are all I have. And these memories are all I want to live with.
Anukriti Sharma Photography
When you live alone, you realize that nobody's going to wake you up in the morning, nobody's going to share meals with you, nobody's going to laugh and cry with you. 


Mussoorie
When you live alone in a house where your family lived, you realize the importance of memories. 
Every night when I pat myself to sleep, I imagine Mummy singing lullabies to me. Every time I watch an animation movie, I imagine Papa sitting next to me, laughing out loudly. Every day when I want to hold someone in my arms, I clasp my pillow and imagine my sister giving me bear hug.


When life slows me down, only memories help me live.
Mussoorie
Music transports me to Calcutta and Lucknow where we, as a family, used to listen to ghazals every evening played on an old gramophone record player. Sung by Jagjit and Chitra Singh, Begum Akhtar, Mehdi Hassan, Ghulam Ali, and Rajendra and Nita Mehta, these ghazals have a sense of belonging and often remind me of home.
Walterre, Dehradun
Ek puraana mausam lauta, yaad bhari purvayi bhi;
Aisa toh kam hi hota hai, woh bhi ho tanhayi bhi. ~ Gulzar

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26 comments/suggestions:

Priya K said...

Lovely heart warming post.. Felt nostalgic.. Love the first paragraph of this post.. Made me go back memory lane when your post reminded me of old books.. Old memories.. The wrist watch gifted by friends.. Oh.. Gone are the lovely days.. Beautiful write up..!

nivedita n said...

The blog post is like a beautiful old song and leaves from a classic. Very soothing. Thanks for the pictures.

Neo Prady said...

What a post ! somewhere everybody shud long for the longingness u just expressed here.

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allresourceupdates said...

Nostalgic Moments they are and the pictures are also so very apt to the post..

ajeethboaz said...

Nice pictures and post. Brought back some of my old memories...

themoonstone said...

Felt like thumbing through an old dog eared book of memories.
Lovely read !

Indrani said...

This was a sweet read. I almost got transported back in time.

Rahul Bhatia said...

Nostalgia and old memories seem to be your constant companions Anukriti:)Lovely pictures!

Pradip Biswas said...

When i am alone in my old house i find strange things. the paintings, drapes, flowerpots and the flowering Plants speak to me one by one. I just need to close my eyesand listen to their whispers.

Abhra Pal said...

This is beautiful and heartfelt. Can't say if I loved the words or pictures more.

Ashna Banga said...

Wonderful post! Feeling all warm and cosy reading this :')

Monali S Churi said...

you create magic with words..lovely words..

Monali S Churi said...

your words indeed create magic..lovely post

gayatri soni said...

Wow! It's full of love with pain of solitary behind the scenes. Nice pics! :)

innerdialect said...

I have never lived in one house for long - we moved so much, almost every three years becuz of my dads job - now after marriage its the same - but we've carried out furniture, the pics and so much - but if I lived now in the house I grew up in, every corner would have a tale.... oh how I loved this post of yours...

shonazee said...

The pictures , the words , the feelings , all of these have been soo beautifully presented . Lovely post :)

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veerareddy said...

excellent photograhy,awesome photography,super writings all these comments are too small for the these post...i will always eagarly waiting for the post from author.

Karishma said...

I gasped when I read you're from Dehardun. Me too!! Hi 5 sister!

I recently visited my home in Dehra and was quite upset to find that most of our stacks of books had been given away. Brilliant pictures hun.

telugu-post said...

Nice nostalgia. expression is simply superb

Pawan Purohit said...

Yes,
Some times old book reminds our life's mistake , achievement, love etc.

Pawan
http://www.pawanpurohit.in

Aarjoo Bahuguna said...

Lovely! I love reading your posts! :D

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Woww !! This is excellent.

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amit said...

Life is a journey spent collecting memories. :)

Nishi Jain said...

Beautiful post, Anu. Pray tell me whose house it is? It is such a lovely little corner you have clicked.

I Romanticize said...

Living alone has its pleasures and its pains - memories come along with me wherever I go.

You have a lovely blog here and I love the photos of the home and books :)