Memory Stash

The Uber driver that took me to the airport was just amazed by my work and my looks, he even asked if I was single so that he could set his son up with me. He wished me luck for the interview and said he had a feeling that I was going to get it. When I came back that night, my Uber driver was a sweet lady who reassured me of the same thing. Surprisingly, as I was getting out of the cab, LT called me on my phone to let me know that I had got the job. I rushed to the house into CJ's arms and celebrated! This was a great day.

It is unfortunate how little I remember my mother. To be fair, I was only seven when she passed, and it is possible that my brain has erased the trauma from my memories. Sadly, this has resulted in erasing my mother’s memory almost completely from my mind. There were no smartphones at the time and only special occasions were captured on film. Some old photographs help me recreate some of the birthdays I spent with my mother. There should have been video footage of my aunt’s wedding that featured her, but that camera was stolen. Much like the memories that time stole from me. My family recounts their stories from that time. Every story is different and heavily laced with bias. Did you know that the brain sometimes overwrites your actual memory with an edited version of that memory? Basically, memories in the brain can be edited through personal perspectives and bias. I have heard conflicting accounts about the same incident from different family members. And I trust them all. I spent mo...

The bus lady stopped me to praise my scarf! People love my dupattas.

M hugged me today. She was so excited about the undergraduate recruitment event we were planning! I was so flattered.

I still remember the first time a boy on the bus recognized me as Radhika, and thanked me for my help with course selection. It is nice to see that someone can navigate their lives in a foreign place easier because of my words, and they took the time to acknowledge me.