Memories we dump in the numb, cold, and silent corners of our unconscious since we start knowing things, rust too badly as seasons keep on changing and one day when we try to recall those moments of contentment we shared with our family, friends and colleagues, an utter disbelief strikes to reveal that those impressions were so alien as if they never existed or had never been a part of a mutual time and space. How easily those impressions and their associated feelings wash out, i am really surprised, slightly sad and nostalgic.

For example i can still vaguely recall the first rain and the first rainbow i saw years later, the day i made soap bubbles, the day i saw a real frog in a cloudy summer evening, my first unsuccessful try to fly a kite, and how panicked i was when drama serial Tanhaiyan reached its' crescendo as Zara (Shehnaz Sheikh) was hit in a road accident at the end of an episode and my happiness when i recognized Sanya and Qabacha in the advertisement of Frost Juice printed in Akhbar-e-Jehan (in 1987, right after the drama ended), my first and the only Umrah, First tuition before schooling, first (in class 4) and last day in school, college (1997-1999) and then university (2000-2004), first cup of coffee and the time spent with everybody in between- then the first job interview (Feb 2005) and first day at job (25 April 2005) it was a time when Na ray Na was just released, and then moving to Islamabad (Aug 2006) are just a few things to name as its' a chain with uncountable connections.

It can either be a pleasant weather evening, particular taste of a food or aroma wafting from a cup of hot tea or the smell of old books, rain and dried rose petals to remind us the long forgotten tales from our past lives and the roles we played in the chapters of life called history.