Today is Poila Baisakh, which is the beginning of a New Year for Bengalis. For me, it is the beginning of a new blog. Not an all-in-one mommyblog like my other one, but one with a more specific purpose, to catch and share memories of growing-up. I grew up in Bengal, India, during the 1970s -80s. Memory shifts and slips away so fast; I am trying to use the net to catch these fleeting memories and pin them down to a post.
So, please share your memories of growing up (wherever, whenever) and let us build together a house full of the warm past. If you grew up in the same time or space, we'll recapture a zeitgeist; if not, we'll construct a bildungsroman anyway.
The blog that memories built...
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe - though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we've survived.
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About Me
- Sucharita Sarkar
- I am a harried 24 x 7 mother-of-two as well as a daytime college teacher (which is an underpaid job with lots of free time)as well as a moonlighting freelance copywriter. The ease of my job (s?) offsets the mad rush of the rest of my life...An overgrown Alice in a maddening wonderland?
PRESENT IMPERFECT
Here's my marksheet.
AWARDS AND MEMORIES
Thanks, Aparna
APPRECIATION ROCKS!
from Miss_Nobody
HIGHLY HONOURED
REWARDING RECOLLECTIONS
From Ugich Konitari and her Gappa
GRACIAS GIFT
From Senora Suranga at Gappa. Thanks.
FREELY GIFTED
Thanks Double-Dolphin
Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac
1 comment:
It's a novel idea and it's nice to capture our memories on blog as I visit my older blogs sometimes to see how things had shaped up. Because I have this tendency to blog what I read based on my moods and I have noticed how perspective changes over a period of time.
Take care.
sukku
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