RETROSPECTION which means Analysing/reviewing past events, helps us to enhance our memory.
This class was all about our memories. We all had an interaction about what our earlier memory is and were made to think if it is the one that we actually remember or is that retold to us by someone.
->Assignment :- Pick any three photos of yours and write a letter for each from your present self to past self.
Dear me,
Do you remember the time when you used to run around the house creating havoc in room you went in , yelling at the top your voice and spreading joy at every corner? There was this innocence in you that everyone loved , a carefree joyful attitude that made you. You used to ask papa that what does he want from you on his birthday every year. He used to say “ I just want you to be the way you are , just never change.” And you used to hug him tightly like he was a teddy bear and kiss him on the cheek as if he was a candy floss.
Look how much you have changed. You had to shed off your innocence to survive in this mean world. But I think beneath all of these hard emotions you are still the same person who used to run at the fastest rate as soon as you laid eyes on your paa so that he could pick you up in his arms and swirl you around. That has always been your favourite memory. Hold on to that always , because when the storm of reality hits you with betrayals and heartbreaks , this memory will help you hold on to who you are.
Dear me,
When you were young, Dadi used to tell you stories of kings and queens, good and bad and love and hate. You used to hear with eyes full of amazement and mind full of fantasy. Now you are all grown up. You have tasted the sour taste of failures, have faced the rudeness of people and known more bad than good. But I think you are still the same person who fantasizes about fairy tales and prince charming and love stories, as if you are living in a parallel universe where you become the kid who used to hide behind Dadi to protect yourself from all the negativity that the world throws at your face.
I hope that in this world of filters you meet someone who loves the side of you that wakes up to the voice of Lata Mangeshkar just like Dadi had taught you.
Dear 6-year-old me,
I miss those days when you were always ready to participate in various competitions, especially in fancy dress’, attaining a different look each time and giving a different vibe to your teachers and friends. I miss that me, that confident me, that naughty me, that sweet me, that free me. I miss those days when you need not worry about getting ready on time, because you knew your mom was always there for you, when you never spoke your dialogue and your mom had to come to the Dias and make you speak it. I miss it when there would be a queue of people just to kiss you and hug you tightly because you look adorable in your fancy dress attire. I miss those moments when everybody in the house used to spoon-feed you just because you are the youngest, when your elder brother used to irritate you for no reason and you used to start crying, go to your dad and then he would pamper you to make you stop crying.
I hope you always be the same even in this hostile world and treat people the same way you used to.
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