Joyous Devi

Few scenarios give us quite such an insight into one ’s own life changes as when meeting old acquaintances, particularly after the years layer, one  onto the next with each careless rip of the calendar, and memories begin blurring at the edges.   In their excited exclamations and the retelling of their personal histories, one takes a step back in time to that starting point when one had shared a time together. As the conversation becomes more animated you bring out the memories of joy and sorrow from the bundle of one’s personal history, and once again laugh or cry over them, as if they had occurred but yesterday . This April, on one of those auspicious wedding dates, which announces itself with the sight of caparisoned horses on the streets and endless traffic jams on the arterial roads leading to wedding sites,   I   attended the wedding of someone from my larger kin.   Since it was nearly a quarter of a century since I was meeting this par...