THE MAGIC OF MEMORY
When a fragrance stirs a memory, when berries on trees against a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you walk down a path and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm. I need the magic of memory to conjure magic again. I need to know and remember, and I want to tell you! Last week end, I attended the wedding of our friend’s son. We were old friends, we had known each other from the time we went to school, and we knew their parents and our brothers and sisters were friends too. Both our families have traveled far away from home since. So we were eager to meet a lot of old acquaintances from our hometown; many of whom I had seen in school uniform. Now we had families of our own, including children and grand children! I welcomed the guests with flowers, in the traditional South Indian way and was shocked when I was introdu...