#MicroblogMondays – That plate of memories
On our walk last evening to the nearby market, VT pointed to a cart and what the guy was selling. A plate of eggs – hot, hard-boiled, with chopped onions and mint chutney.
As he had expected, that surprised me.
One, I had never seen such a combination being sold and two, why would someone eat boiled eggs outside?
That was when VT shared about his plate of memories. How college students would step out for a chat after classes, find a cart like this and have some eggs. How Kurukshetra has been tagged the holy city and youngsters don’t get a chance to eat per their choice at all places. How in vegetarian families, children find fun hang out places like these and make memories that they turn to years later with their spouses.
As I finished my plate of eggs, I realized how each one of us wants to relive our good old times. Our past is what we cannot bring back but we also do not want to let them go. We all want to hold on to our happy memories. Don’t we?