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It was the picture perfect way to end the
day. Blue skies, white fluffy clouds floating across, the bright
sun playing hide and seek, chirping birds, a slight breeze and I
walked along. The thought of the weekend being right around the
corner, bringing a smile to my face as I head towards the
parking lot. Soccer players kicking the white ball around green
grass is a sight to see. Everything is picture perfect! Thursday
at work is over, just another day before I embrace the laziness
weekends bring with them.
And then I heard it! Something so familiar,
yet so strange. The sound setting off memory alarms. I knew it
so well but I couldn’t just place the sound. Has that ever
happened to you? You know it, you rake your mind but you just
cannot place it. It was one of those scenarios. And then I could
control no longer, forgetting all manners of a well-bred lady, I
turn around to spot the source of the sound.
And as I turned around, I saw it zip past me.
And the smile on my face widening, I thought it was quite
similar to my dear old Bajaj Sunny! A two-wheeler - a rare sight
in the US, and the sound that was music to my ears was the sound
of the gearless scooter accelerating. It is a unique sound and
something I have associated so much with my growing years and it
was such a pleasure to hear it.
For years, my black Sunny was my very own
Ferrari. I zipped across to school, to library, to the market in
it. It was like the 1980s Onida ad, “owner’s pride, neighbor’s
envy”. It gave me mobility and the freedom which every teenager
dreams of. I remember zipping along as the first drops of rain
drizzled, as the wind blew my hair around! And it was just the
sound that brought back the memories!
And that put a big smile and a spring to my
step: reviving memories, I continued walking towards the parking
lot much refreshed! As they say, memories are forever!
- V
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