I went through some old mails last night. Mails from friends I am no longer in touch with. The memories came back in a rush. Good memories, not so good memories but memories nevertheless.
The mails were 3 years old. The memories were also 3 years old but unlike the mails were trapped in the deep recesses of my mind. All they needed was a trigger to surface.
One mail was about this cricket match we played against boys from the neighboring colony. They batted first and scored 120 in 12 overs. We chased down that score with 3 balls to spare. We won the 500 buck bet and then went off to my friend's house to celebrate. A good memory.
A not so good memory. That evening it was pouring outside. Not a soul on the road. I was sitting with a couple of friends in a coffee shop. An argument broke out between 2 of them and I tried to play peacemaker. And all of a sudden, one of them slapped me and told me to stay out of it. I remember that incident. It was the beginning of the end of a friendship of 4 years. Call it ego; call it immaturity. We never really spoke after that. I don't know where he is. He doesn't know where i am. Sometimes not knowing is better.
As I went through the mails, the memories started flying off my head. They were alive and kicking. They were performing in front of me. I was travelling backwards in their presence. I lost track of time. And then, the power went. The screen went blank and the mails disappeared taking the memories with them.
I jogged back to the present, switched off the comp, wished my memories good night and drifted off to sleep.
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