We Giggled!!!

My throat choked!!!

Not because someone was choking it....but due to the flashback of memory lane. Those blurry memories erupting from the back of my brain are not letting me think of anything else.

I am stuck on the same PPT, for the last 2 hours. All my efforts to get back to work and to complete the presentation before EOD is going in vain. One moment I am panicking with the thought of tomorrow's 9:30 am call and my half-cooked presentation, and the next moment I am back again to my memory lane. Though the earlier one is the realistic world, the latter one seems more alluring to me and I am constantly getting driven into it. Seems finally I have to give up on the real world for time being and spend some time with my memories.

It's dark and I see a beam of light. I am entering a long corridor. I know this corridor, the blue walls, and the red floor. I swiped my hand on the rough blue wall. Seems it is welcoming me. It knows me. Those shiny red floors, patchy grey at places have black lines at both sides. I moved a little ahead and so do the light. I can now see a Lil further and there is a picture hanging a bit high on the left blue wall. My hands automatically went up to touch it. It's an old black and white picture with 4 kids standing next to an elderly man. I again realized I know them and trying hard to identify them. But all in vain. My brain is not letting me come out of this game. In frustration, I kept moving further in the corridor still holding the picture with anticipation that I will recollect soon. The lights keep illuminating the more I get inside this place. I looked back, and it's dark. Scared enough, I preferred to follow the light to get a clue on where I am. This place that seems familiar, which was somewhere hidden in my mind has sprung out today from the back of my memory. There must be a purpose for this. I kept walking to unlock the mystery. 

A little further and now I see a staircase going up somewhere. There is a small room under the staircase which seems like an extended kitchen. The utensils kept there seem rusted and dirty. The small stove placed next to it seems broken.

Yes, I know this place, as I can recollect I was hiding here once upon a time. I remember this place, the smell, the walls. But wait, back then it was full of life, not like a quarry. All of a sudden I could feel the presence of another person. Someone standing next to me, a small human in a light yellow saree. I am not able to see the person properly, my blurry vision stopping me to do so. A gush of tears erupted from my eyes blocking me to identify her. I spread my arms to touch her, and here she is. My Aai (grandmother). Still glowing with her infectious smile and spreading her plans to clean my face with her pallu.

And we both giggled for no reason like we have always done.