The mischievous hand of memory!

In that beautiful resort, my mother's earrings went on a secret adventure, hiding under her pillow. Bags, wallets, and drawers were explored, but the elusive treasures were cunningly concealed.

Opting for the cash route, we withdrew money for her preference. The next day, a financial mystery unfolded – a scavenger hunt through wallets, purses, and drawers, only to discover the wealth bundled in a hanky, snug in the cupboard.

Saree shopping became a geography lesson. Azad Nagar in Andheri clashed with Azadwadi in Pune, miles apart. Amid the confusion, her reminiscences proved sharp, recalling bygone days with a mix-up in destinations.

Post-surgery, in a drugged haze, she envisioned postponed operations for extended travels, forgetting the impending pain.

So many times she has gone to the fridge and completely forgotten what she opened it for?

Her glasses have suddenly found dancing shoes wherein they dance their way out every where in the house !!

All the movies she has seen so far have all jumbled up into one big film where Siddharth Chandekar romances Katrina Kaif ,Nana Patekar beats the hell out of Ranbir Kapoor.Bobby Deol begs for forgiveness from Sam Bahadur ,Nirmiti Savant becomes Indira Gandhi and advises Tanvi Azmi!

In this surreal blend of forgetfulness and laughter, if only the poignant memories could dissolve as easily, easing the pain of separation from her only child ages ago. Life's quirks, a comedy and drama in one, written by the whims of time and the mischievous hand of memory.

MKP

17/1/2024

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