Snatches of memories sometimes
come wheeling through my mind unannounced.
Like the time when we were in
Siem Reap and were once again surrounded by children that you named “the One
Dollar kids” because everything they sold was for “One Dollaaar” and they were
trying to sell us key chains of a miniature Angkor Wat and you said in Tamil, “my
ancestors built the real thing for you and now you’re trying to sell me this!”
They couldn’t understand what you
said. I burst out laughing and never forgot that moment. Such a happy time in
my life! You loved me and I loved you. It was as simple as that. A happy, happy
memory!
Sometimes such memories are
enough for me to get through life.
And sometimes, they are just not
enough.
