Reminisce

I was going through some old audio and video tapes, particularly to find an audio tape that has recorded me singing and reciting poems as a wee one. Didn't find that, but I saw our good old Tom and Jerry toons. The rush of joy and nostalgia was stagerring. It made me realize the power of memory. The power of experiences. I love my childhood, my version of events, my ability to slip back into it when I see my parents :)

My dad sat me down and asked me how he can be of help. What! I asked him to explain, and he said that he is concerned since I live all alone in Canada, and wants to know how he can help me. I asked him to just trust that I can take care of myself, and to respect my ability. That in itself will be the best help he can provide. To that he replied that he wants to do just that but he cannot help seeing me as his ten year old.

That concerned me, but I realized that just the way I like to slip in and out of my childhood, my dad (and mom) make me slip in and out of childhood as well. To them I am always their little girl. There is mutual respect as well.

I am now at peace on this front. This visit to India is different from the previous ones, I have as much to learn as I have to share.

We are off to Goa tonight. Ciao.