Lingering memories

Life is full of memories, sometimes of those people who have ceased to be part of our existence. Sometimes we wish for the people from our past to return but many times time and distance makes it impossible. I still remember friend I had when I had just started school. We were five year olds and were very close. But our friendship didn't last long as her family relocated to Bombay. Time passed and I even forgot her name but still thirty years later, I still remember my friend who was with me for just a couple of weeks. I often wondered if I can find out something about her from the school records but I know that she wouldn't remember me. In the years that passed, I met many people and made many friends some that have been with me for decades now, but still somewhere in my heart, I feel a desire to meet my childhood friend who was also my first friend that my mind recalls.

Winter mornings and Sherlock Holmes

The cold winter mornings with snow outside mean one simple thing: one cannot go out. They mean sitting inside, eating, drinking and not doing much else. But two things make a good pastime during such cold dreary times: board games and books. While games of any kind require company, books do not. And I personally love to read detective stories during such time. Of all the works on crime fiction, the most interesting and befitting one seems to be the stories of Sherlock Holmes. There is something about the atmosphere in the stories that matches with that outside and one of the most interesting things seems to be curling up and devouring those words that describe the fantastic crimes, though easily solved by the great mind of the detective. I have read these stories innumerable times, yet don't feel exhausted at the thought of re-reading them, especially when it is all white and grey outside and the stories just reflect the same back.