This Tamil film of the fifities brought back student-day memories in us senior citizens. Our mother, belonging to an earlier generation, had her own take, and a cascade of memories it triggered in her.

Obviously she was a very focused person, doing one thing at a time, which I didn’t quite realize then. I must have been disturbing her rhythm. And she was too polite to say so.

Should I go to the bathroom now? No, the banana seller will come. He has promised to bring that special mountain variety today. I must not buy too many. Who is here to eat them?

My most recent temporary chemical imbalance in the brain was six years ago… but I’m fully recovered now!

After about 8 years, we realised that all of us were actually in the same country! By design or fate, barring two of us, the other dozen was in the same city. What else could ensue, other than a meeting?

They’ve done it. Got to the bus on time. Now they can go home and face the rest of the day in peace. And you can see that this is the best moment of the day from their faces.

I want to write something much more deep and meaningful and attract the “right” type of reader. (You know, the intellectually discerning type who wants to read about talking stuffed black and white dogs that jump out of Xmas puddings.)