My family and I are laughing our heads off. We had unearthed a bunch of Hi8 tapes from yesteryears, the earliest of which dated from 1997. That was a time when we were still living in
We laughed at how my mother got conned by a Pakistani in front of the
My sister gasped at her fashion sense when she was 15. My grandmother looked on with a contented smile, sometimes breaking into a laugh of her own.
My brother…was my brother. He made a lot of noise, which he usually does anyway. But it seems to be louder and more frequent on this night, as if he knew something special was happening.
And me? I cried with shrieks of laughter, as images and memories of yesteryears were erupted within me, the screen a living proof that is as clear and as bright as a sunny day.
After that, I went to bathroom, locked myself in, and cried again.
*Written on 13 September 2005.