My Days At Pratap
Memories make man. Everything else comes under the sway of change except the memories that a person has of the times he spent, the moments he lived and for the people who later became inseparable part of his life. It’s not only one’s flesh and blood that makes one a living entity but also nostalgic memories which constitute one’s identity, personal as well as social, and help it persist over time through Nature’s foundry. The pleasant and nostalgic past always forms an essential part of one’s whole life. It’s a gallery of recollections that a person often draws upon in order to revisit, refresh and relive what he once lived, enjoyed, observed and absorbed. Like most things in the world, memories too consist of different species. We may remember our past as a child being spoon-fed and lullabied, or sometimes we happen to hit upon a little tinge of the time when we were on the driving seat of our baby carriages that had no wheel to steer. We often evoke the memories of the days of ...