I can’t believe Sunday is over. Weekends always begin with such optimism with a list of roughly 4,024 things to do… but how much studying, housework, errands, omlette brunches and the crucial rest can one fit into 48 hours? And though I console myself with such logic, inevitably I am slightly disappointed as my to do list is not scratched off nearly as much as I’d like… Oh well… like the goldfish with her abysmal memory I will be just as hopeful next weekend for surely this weekend will be the one. Yes.
Enyur tagged me a while ago. I always wondered where meme’s come from, then I met Enyur who actually creates em! This meme is: five sights, sounds, or smells that take you back to a certain place. I had no idea how many emotions this would stir up. If you do it please let me know, would love to check it out.
1. Smoke in the air reminds me of visiting Pakistan as a child. I never knew why until someone pointed out the obvious, pollution. Speaking of Pakistan I recently have a sudden desire to go. Not as a tourist but with family and for them to show me their village, schools, etc. My dad and brother went two years ago and the stories leave me wistful. He says in Pakistan you get a strange feeling as you look around you and realize, at least on the surface, you are not a minority. What that must feel like.
2. Giggling children holding lunch boxes standing outside the capitol remind me of being a teacher. Hearing their laughter, and seeing the teachers exchanging sighs make me feel like an outsider looking in to what was once my life.
3. Green Day’s “Time of your life” song brings back memories of living at home when parents and brothers all lived under one roof: Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go… It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time. I hope you had the time of your life. So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time… For what it’s worth it was worth all the while. When this song plays I am lying on the couch watching “Boy Meets World” on a lazy Summer evening with my brothers, Aamir ofcourse sprawled on the love seat, Ali with a throw pillow on the floor… or playing tennis with my dad by the ocean, shopping with my mom. Sometimes it hits me they are not just a quick drive away and I feel so homesick it makes my heart ache.
4. Strong gusts of wind remind me of Hurricane Andrew which in 1992 came to my part of Florida and destroyed everything. I remember at my new school they had a support group. But I didn’t feel tramatized. For me the only real remnant of the Hurricane that lasts with me is the sound of howling wind or the feel of it trying to run through me. I remember the eve before the storm gusts were stronger than normal and I delighted in their strength helping me swing higher and preventing my movements at times when I walked. Now those gusts that once propeled my swings to new heights can stop me in my tracks in inexplicable unease.