Down The Memory Lane

After a long long time, I plugged in the desktop that’s been sitting idle since the arrival of the laptop at my mum’s place. The monitor wasn’t working properly but a slap or two did the work. Anyway, that computer has millions of pictures in it and I wanted to see them all. I started off with pictures when Raheen (my khala’s daughter, who’s 4 years old now) was a new born baby. These were the family pictures. Everything has changed now but the pictures have captured everyone so young and together and happy. It’s not that everyone’s not happy today but there are distances that have crept between us. Or maybe it’s me who’s feeling it as I am married and have moved out and others have gone too, most of them for higher education. There was a time when we use to get together on occasions like kids’ birthdays and we use to enjoy a lot. Even our mothers used to join us when we used to play kho-kho or musical chair. As the girls got married and moved out, the mothers got older and things have changed. The kids whose birthdays we used to enjoy are grownups now and they don’t play like crazy like we used to at that age! The sleepovers, the shopping sprees and the pre-shadi-hungamas, everything has vanished into the thin air as we have evolved!

Then came the university pictures! The first year… everyone was happy, carefree. There were so many people in our class then. So many left us when we reached our final year. The pictures of annual function, during our second year, there’s the picture of Yahya and his father. Do you remember that time N.A. when we took his picture. The time when we went to the picnic and N.A. didn’t join us. And when we took pictures of different parts of KU. And the trip to the juice stall, when you and Afhseen thought that we were lost but I knew exactly where we were going! The memorable trip down the basement of the library and our researches! The torture cell i.e. computer lab without electricity!!! *sigh* Everything has changed!

Now sitting with my baby in my lap, who with his every move surprises me and makes me a proud mum. Though there are so many things that we part with in course of our lives and so many things that come our way that the loss of earlier things are made up for! Life sure is beautiful when you’re young but the joy of watching your own baby growing up is priceless. 🙂

Shoot.. the whole post is just a hodge podge as my baby keeps crying, moving and doing things. I keep losing track of my thoughts and forget what I was writing and what I was supposed to write! lol


4 thoughts on “Down The Memory Lane”

  1. Yaar this post brought tears to my eyes! Know what, I had been thinking of you since morning today. Was missing you loads. And hence replied immediately to your email in which you had sent me the Angel’s pictures 🙂 … And now here comes this post. Believe me Asma, nothing is same without you guys. Now when I visit those places we once used to visit together I fall into a reveries… Now when final year students tell me how Ms huma keeps on taking their endless classes, i miss our time! Remember when we studies Sylvia Plath with her? How we used to talk about Ted Hughes 😀 and what he did to her 😦 … yaar kitna achha vaqt tha! Remember the ‘chae’ we used to have everyday so so so religiously! Your samosas and chaat! I miss everything! And I miss it dearly!

  2. Its so good to recall good times from your past (Y), and the time spent with friends is always cherishable. And congrats on becoming a mom. May Allah make your son a source of blessing for you and your family Insha-Allah.

  3. @Haris : JazakAllah al khair for your duas.

    @N.A. : hadd hai! eik phone call nahin ker sakti?! 🙂
    I remember Sylvia Plath and her deathwish and torture in her poetry, and how identical it was to our endless poetry classes in the lab! WE survived! lol.

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