how do u feel searching for something believing you lost it, while it was never there in the first place! for the last 2 days i ve been in a miserable state, cos i believed i had lost a vital document.
it all began 2 days ago, on a sweaty summer afternoon, post lunch,as i was lazing on the sofa.
Dad: so have u filled all your forms
Me: in progress, i need to xerox n send documents
Dad: ok, when u gonna do tat
Me: tomorrow.
then i begin collecting my documents. marksheets--> check
birth certificate--> check
score card--> (3--2--1)...... untraceable
the next 3 hours were spent in turning the house upside down, searched like every nook n cranny, every book, even newspapers n dustbin... it just wasnt anywhere. i could tell you the exact place i last saw it, over a week ago, n now it just wasnt there. Mom searching, me searching 3 hours-- nothing!!! by the end of it i was totally demoralised and had lost hope on ever finding it.
post-tea...
dad: any luck?
me: NO. i just cant find it.
then began frantic communication efforts for hopes of getting a duplicate score card. e-mails, phones, texts... twas crazy.
i resigned to my room, trying to study for the upcoming test.
fast forward--> today 11:00a.m
phone rings.
dad: Your score card just got delivered.
me: !!!! (wtf?, hth? n such similar phrases come to my mind, of all these the receiver only conveys a sigh of relief)
i dinno if i should laugh o cry! God-- those were like the most miserable 2 days of my life.
i spent 2 days searching a score card, that wasn't there at home, and panicking i had lost it. i believed i had handled the score card. n aft 3 hours of searching, my mom claimed she had received it from the postman. ahh.. memory! its such a deceptive thing. like 4 hours ago, i could tell you the exact place i had last seen the score card before it got lost. and now that i see the thing personally in my hand, i dunno if i should believe my memory o not!
how much of the things we remember are actually as they are? or are memories simply reconstructions of the things we presume to be.
it all began 2 days ago, on a sweaty summer afternoon, post lunch,as i was lazing on the sofa.
Dad: so have u filled all your forms
Me: in progress, i need to xerox n send documents
Dad: ok, when u gonna do tat
Me: tomorrow.
then i begin collecting my documents. marksheets--> check
birth certificate--> check
score card--> (3--2--1)...... untraceable
the next 3 hours were spent in turning the house upside down, searched like every nook n cranny, every book, even newspapers n dustbin... it just wasnt anywhere. i could tell you the exact place i last saw it, over a week ago, n now it just wasnt there. Mom searching, me searching 3 hours-- nothing!!! by the end of it i was totally demoralised and had lost hope on ever finding it.
post-tea...
dad: any luck?
me: NO. i just cant find it.
then began frantic communication efforts for hopes of getting a duplicate score card. e-mails, phones, texts... twas crazy.
i resigned to my room, trying to study for the upcoming test.
fast forward--> today 11:00a.m
phone rings.
dad: Your score card just got delivered.
me: !!!! (wtf?, hth? n such similar phrases come to my mind, of all these the receiver only conveys a sigh of relief)
i dinno if i should laugh o cry! God-- those were like the most miserable 2 days of my life.
i spent 2 days searching a score card, that wasn't there at home, and panicking i had lost it. i believed i had handled the score card. n aft 3 hours of searching, my mom claimed she had received it from the postman. ahh.. memory! its such a deceptive thing. like 4 hours ago, i could tell you the exact place i had last seen the score card before it got lost. and now that i see the thing personally in my hand, i dunno if i should believe my memory o not!
how much of the things we remember are actually as they are? or are memories simply reconstructions of the things we presume to be.
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