Memories

The chain is weird. There is no way you understand the link. But the recollection is perfect. It's like an image embedded into your brain. And you know you would never loose it, you would carry it to your deathbed.
What am I talking about? Memories. The weirdest ones. The ones you somehow remember across ages. And it amazes you. Simply, because the year wasn't momentous. The day wasn't and neither was the moment.

My memory, especially, is made up of many such odd moments. Moments, where I have a flawless impression of the entire conversation.
Like this one time, I was returning from my grandmother's place on a Rakhee day. I was 5. We got on a bus and I must have fallen asleep cos when I woke up, the lady sitting next to me pointed to my rakhee that was beginning to come off loose. Why do I remember it? I never met the lady again, my entire life. I don’t remember any of the other 18-odd rakshabandhan days. But I remember that particular one.
Or this time when I was in Class II and my teacher told us the story of "Steam Engine" in the EVS class. I remember it perfectly, in her very own words. Or when I banged my head on my fourth birthday and won the scar that covers my left eyebrow. The list is endless..

A lot of people talk about how one's whole life flashes before one's eyes, the precise moment before death. I doubt that. I don't remember my whole life anyways. But if anything like that is supposed to happen, I am sure it is going to consist of these very instances of memory. These very indelible chains.