Today’s Moments, Tomorrow’s Memories

 

Life has a way of pulling me back into the golden folds of the past. Nostalgia has always been 

my companion—the laughter of childhood, the smell of rain, the warmth of family evenings—they

 linger in my heart like music that never fades.

Yet, that does not mean I fail to see the beauty of the present. I do. I cherish it. Especially 

now, as a mother, each day gifts me something new to hold close: a smile, a question,

 a tiny hand reaching for mine. Motherhood has taught me to pause, to live, and to find 

joy in the simplest of moments.

Yes, my thoughts often drift back, but I also know this truth—today’s moments will 

one day be my nostalgia too. These ordinary days, the busy routines, the laughter, even

 the weariness—one day, I will look back and long for them with the same tenderness 

I hold for my childhood memories.

So I remind myself to write, to capture, to live fully in the present. Even if words sometimes

 stumble, I will try my best to pen down my present life, because it is precious, and because

 it deserves a place in my heart alongside the past.

"BEFORE THE GLOW OF TINY SCREENS"

 There was a time when life moved at a gentler pace, when mobile phones had not yet found 

their way into every hand. Childhood felt simple, uncluttered — a season of pure moment

I still remember our summer vacations in Kerala. Grandpa resting on the long chair

in the verandah, Grandma busy in the kitchen with Amma by her side,

 the comforting aroma of food filling the house.

 The sound of monsoon rains tapping on the 

tiled roof was music enough. When the electricity would go out, instead of feeling 

inconvenienced, it became a blessing. It drew the whole family together in the 

ancestral verandah, where we would sit, talk, and laugh, while the garden around us 

whispered with tiny night sounds.

Those moments felt whole, complete, unforgettable.

Now, when I look at today’s generation, even childhood seems complicated. 

From the smallest child to the oldest among us, heads bend toward the 

glow of little screens that pull us into another world. Perhaps I too am 

guilty of the same. Yet, often I find myself stepping back, longing for the quiet 

beauty of the old days, when life was slower, conversations were deeper, and 

togetherness was effortless.

Sometimes, I can’t help but feel… those days were better.

With Love,

  Greeshma