“Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else’s version more than his own.” – Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children
It is never easy breaking ties with someone. Especially, if the ties were of intense (shall we say) love? And then what do you do with the memories? Share them?
It was a cold winter. Him and I hadn’t spoken in a fortnight. There was no way I could reach him. We were separated by continents. When it was decided by my girlfriends, a local trip would be made to a nearby city. I remember this clearly. I guess certain events are vividly recorded in your mind. We had stopped at a McDonald’s en route when he called. A flurry of emotions crowded my voice. I managed a hello. In response, I heard him say, “I’m at a Hard Rock Cafe in Edinburgh. They have this Hurricane glass. I don’t think you have it. You know the one that looks like an inverted 8 with its head cut off? Should I get it for you?” I smiled, not so much because I was going to have a glass but because of everything it represented. We were speaking, he remembered something special, he was going to bring me a souvenir (that made it his memory as much as mine) and he missed me. Weeks later, when I did see him, there were 2 glasses. Of course, my joy was doubled. More on that later.
Things are very different now. And I’m a little surprised I’ve poured my heart out to you all. But I guess I was bottled up and like a hurricane, I had to let it all out.
P.S. – A Hurricane Glass, typically used for frozen and blended cocktails, holds between 10 and 12 ounces. The distinct pear-shaped curve of this glass is reminiscent of vintage hurricane lamps.