Time in my life I don't even Remember

This blog is about certain flashes/snaps/pics or even GIFs I have of the time I was young, well very young......actually I dont even know how young was I.

My dad and mom were the only people I knew in Shillong (joking) along with some more known people which I later realized were my neighbors and friends. (joking again)

Dad was stationed at a camp called Mawpat in Shillong. A camp on a plateau in Shillong. I was young enough to even go to school.However, I remember some of the snaps that my mind and eyes took as a kid. 

Another context to how obsolete this story is that telephone was an asset then and we were not so well off to own an asset, Dad used to call Grandma from the STD booth.


Until the time I could have really realized, I was somewhere in a beautiful place named Shillong. My dad was transferred to a new location. I did not have any idea of where I was. 

Dad says we were there for two and a half years since my birth. Although I may have mere two and a half picture of the whole place.

Years later this part of my life which btw I call "Holy Sh**, I lost 2 years and I don't remember", does not offer even a good paragraph, or maybe I am just pathetic at writing and my memory sucks!

It is however important for me. It might just seem like a phase of life I did not remember, but surely enough it was a time when my parents must have expressed their deepest love and concern for every little thing. When every person, good or bad, must have been good to me and when I must have picked up things which have made me the man I am today.

How can all that be just one paragraph long. Perhaps even writing does not help you a lot.

I still have a few memories left. Some tapes of my voices when I was a this young. Some old photographs and some stories mom and dad would narrate at special occasions. They try and build stories for me, my childhood and us.

I am happy my father was in the Army because of a lot of obvious reasons. But what I am thankful is....