I woke up early today and from somewhere far away heard the strains of Vande Mataram. And I was immediately carried away on another Nostalgia trip. It was the late sixties or early seventies. A small boy of about 4 or 5 wakes up, a tousled head comes out from under a thin sheet. In the darkness there is a faint chill of a Keralan dawn; the first strains of Vande Mataram waft out – All India Radio signals the start of another day – a special day with gandparents for the little boy.
Little cues scattered across our daily lives call us back at all times to extraordinary memories. One of the tricks of life is to allow such memories to creep in often and take us on these journeys. After all, Nostalgia trips cost us nothing.