Ahhh memories – that is what makes a rich life. I am lucky that I have a life full of memories where the good outnumber the bad!
My favourite memories are of my childhood, growing up in a small town in simpler times. I grew up in a middle class family where we may not have had a lot of money but we had plenty of time with each other. My dad was a government employee and my mom was a teacher. We were lucky that we had our grandmother with us and all of them spent a lot of time with us, regaling us with stories, teaching us values and helping us grow as good humans.
Every year, at the start of summer vacation, we would go to Jaipur to visit our cousins. My mum was an only daughter and was much loved by her family. Those were not the days of European holidays but holiday meant visiting faraway family. So we enjoyed both the train journey and the time spent with cousins. Till date we are all very close to each other because of spending those formative years together.
Life was simple and beautiful and that time and memories are etched in my mind. Like so many before me, I long for it and try and simplify my life as much as possible. Now I try and create memories wherever I can, esepecjally ensuring I visit my parents once a year. After all, the one mistake humans make is, they think they have time!