Recently, I went to this resort for a friend’s wedding. I had gone there several times before when I was a little kid, with my parents and brother. I remember sitting in the balcony overlooking the river and having hot cutlets with ketchup. And, several years later when I stepped into the same place, it never felt the same; not the place, not the river, not the taste, or the excitement.
Why does somethings feel so much better in our memory? And, however much we try to recreate it; it is never ever the same.
There are people that I think of with such fondness, the warmth of them in my thoughts is no longer there today.
There are places that create totally opposite and often conflicting feelings now than before.
But worst of all, when I look back, there is a different me that I see. And, I am not sure if that person is better than what I am now- but we sure are different.
I try to reach out to her, but she seems to walk away from me.
The other day my husband (may be out of his own nostalgia) bought this soap (Chandrika- a South Indian Brand), and he seemed very excited. I also could not contain my excitement (yes, I find happiness in little things). I remember that back in Palakkad, I used to walk into the bathroom that smells heavenly of this soap after coming home from school or playing. The smell of rain, wet soil and soap!
It was raining that day as well. I tried to teleport myself to those times. But it was never the same.
And, from a distance, a song seeped into my head from depths of my soul.
The poignant lines by eminent Malayalam poet O.N.V Kurup
ഓർമമകൾക്ക് എന്ത് സുഗന്ധം, എൻ ആത്മാവിൻ നഷ്ട സുഗന്ധം
“Ormakalkkenthu Sugandham, En Aathmaavin Nashta Sugandham”, loosely translated (failing miserably ) as “The fragrance of memories, the lost fragrance of my soul”
And, I have the song stuck in my head ever since.
For those of you who want to listen to the song, here is the link . Forget the video and language, may be you will be able to relate to the feel. May be you will not. And, that is precisely my point!