Places and Past Memories

Whenever you travel to place you have been to before, that are not only part of your past, but have numerous memories attached to them. Being there standing there or walking through can bring memories of days gone by. Be it the Church compound where you used to attend mass and meet up with friends after it. The many Midnight Masses that you attended during Christmas, where you dosed off to sleep because the sermon wasn't to interesting or the choir just put you to sleep. Your school grounds where you had your assembly session, your P.T. periods. Standing there brings all the fun time you had. And yes it can also bring back all the memories of being punished and made to kneel on the white stone, or performing mass drill (or mass torture as we used to call it) on the school grounds in the hot and humid Mumbai afternoons. Standing outside your old parish admiring the white statute of Christ with his arms opened wide, as if to invite everyone and not just the parishioner, and the towering structure of the church behind him, can be pretty overwhelming.

Standing at Victoria Terminus or VT (I don't like calling it by its new name, CST as I feel that the name doesn't do any justice to the feeling, to the ambiance, to the locality that is VT), admiring the Municipal building from across the road, the Central Railway building, brings back memories of college days when you didn't stop to admire these structure. Always in a hurry to reach college on time. Though you are aware about the beauty of these structures but you didn't have the time to stand admire them. But now I stand there admiring the Gargoyle, the works and the other object carved in these structures, feeling like a tourist, standing clicking pictures. Distinctly remember the time I used to come to VT accompanied by grandpa or weekly ear checkup at the ENT hospital. Remember the toy train outside VT station and all the movie posters stuck outside theater.

Here I was now standing in these places with all these memories coming flooding back to me. A part of past being relived even today.