Raghav Sharma Week 14: The Forgotten Memory

 We all have that one closet or that one area in the house which keeps all the memories together. Whether, that's a photo wall, which I have. But I didn't know there's another place in the house, which kept the "unopened" memories stored away. 

    In my house, right outside my bedroom door, is an attic. An attic that blends in into the roof ; and all honesty, I didn't even know it was there until a couple of years ago. A week ago, I randomly saw a white string that was coming down, and being the curious self of mine, pulled on it. But did I know, that white string, was a hint of nostalgia coming my way. 

A ladder came coming down, (and this was around 9:00 pm being home alone), and I seriously got scared. But, at the end of the day, I'm a "warrior", so we climbed up those stairs to investigate what was up there. This obviously wasn't any horror movie, so there ended up just being a couple of boxes. One by one, I took each of them down to open them, ( and like I explained, I am indeed a very curious human, so I wouldn't have been able to sleep without figuring out what was in them. The first one, was nothing but just some blankets. But the last one, were the most important pictures. 

Included was some baby pictures, childhood pictures, but the pictures which I haven't seen before were, my parent's wedding! I was able to see all the details, because before, I saw only a couple of photographs, but this time, it was a movie inside photos. Though I was home alone, I was able to show my parents when they came home, and it became a beautiful Saturday Night time with family. Something I will never forget.




https://www.cnn.com/style/article/eye-of-sun-national-gallery-photos/index.html, and this is an article that explained how old photographs changed the world. 













        

Comments

  1. Hakim RadApril 7, 2025 at 12:44 PM

    Hey Raghav! Fantastic blog! I love how you bended the idea of memories and the connections and relationships we foster through it. Just like your example of finding baby photos and having a memorable night with your family, I’ve realized that memories essentially serve as a way for people to connect. Whether it be going on a date, making a new friend, or feeling nostalgic with our family, memories allow us to make conversation, relate to one another, and grow people, ultimately each memory adds on to the other which becomes a defining aspect of who we are and who we know.

    An instance of this for me was looking back at photos of my performance in our school’s production of A Midnight Summer’s Dream. I recall just sitting down with another one of the cast members and being overcome with nostalgia as we watched funny old videos and pictures. This experience strengthened our connection as both castmates and friends, epitomizing the power that memories have on all of us, and how one simple photo can give birth to a brand-new friendship.

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  2. Darshan DhadukApril 9, 2025 at 11:30 PM

    Hey Raghav! Just like you, I also have a attic in my house. I once went up there to put one of my old toys back and I saw a box filled with pictures of myself when I was younger. Seeing these pictures gave me flashbacks of how my life was before. I had nothing to worry about and life during that time was extremely joyful. Just like you, I also saw pictures of my parents weeding, and they look so different from what they looked before. Seeing these memories gave a smile on my face, even if the memory was not a joyful one.

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