In this personal essay, Sudha Subramanian takes a walk down the memory lane, triggered by the death of a loved one.
I never knew I had so many memories tucked in the deep recesses of my brain, because I didn’t know some of them existed. The news that glowed on my screen probably triggered the whole volcano. My over the top life that galloped in breakneck speed took a short pause – a moment that should have lasted a few seconds. But that moment stretched out with unbelievable elasticity and forced many snippets of my life to the forefront. They appeared in hazy frames at first. I narrowed my brows in an attempt to focus. When the fog around those frames cleared, I felt like an old record player churning out scratchy music dusted with static. Who knew, there were so many hidden under those layers!Read more