My Earliest Memory
Going down memory lane is a very pleasurable experience for me and I indulge in it often. Each season brings with it a moment from the past and usually leaves a smile on my lips.
My earliest memory is in bits and pieces-of my being coaxed to go to school and my whole hearted resistance. There is one particular episode that I remember vividly. I was in the first grade and my brother in Grade four. We went to different schools. Once, for some reason, he had a holiday while I did not. Unfortunately, I was totally unaware of it till I was made ready and found my brother grinning away in his pajamas. I tried all my tricks on Mom to appeal to her softer side but in vain! I was in the bus before long and I remember feigning a stomach ache. I can see the bus being empty and myself lying down on the seat. I remember hearing voices of the driver and the conductor when they stopped enroute, for a cup of tea. I finally reached near home on the other side of the railway line and the conductor rushed me across it and dropped me home.
Thankfully, my memory ends here and I do not remember my mother’s reaction!
