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 mind 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 towards it. Seems finally I have to give up on the real world we and spend some time with my thoughts.

The next moment I am somewhere else. It's dark all around but I can 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 is knowing me since long. Those shiny red floors, patchy grey at places have black lines at both sides. I moved a little ahead on the corridor and so do the light. I can now see a little further and there is a picture hanging on the left blue wall, bit higher than my height.  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 that I know them and trying my hard to identify them. But all in vain. My brain is not letting me come out of this maze. In frustration, I kept moving further in the corridor still holding that picture in my hands with anticipation that I will recollect my memory 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, memories of which were hidden somewhere in my mind has found its way out from the back of my memorylane. There must be a purpose for all these. I kept walking further 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 rustic and dirty. The small stove placed next to it seems broken.

Alas, I know this place. I can recollect my memories of playing hide and seek 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 from doing that. A gush of tears erupted, blocking my eyes from identifying her. I spread my arms to touch her, and here she is. My Aai (grandmother). Still glowing with her infectious smile and spreading her palms to clean my face with her pallu.

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