On the train the other day, I was suddenly reminded of a holiday in Goa. Normally, I would have immersed myself in the memory, but on that particular day, I chose to probe further. Where had that memory have come from? It was a day like any other, a train like any other, but something had reminded me of the lovely resort we had stayed in three years back.
Then I saw it- a silk scarf in the same shade of blue as the lagoon-shaped swimming pool of the resort.
Isn't it amazing how some colours can trigger buried memories.
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