Yahoo mail and Nostalgia

Today I did something unusual. I remembered my yahoo email ID out of the blue and tried logging in. It is unusual because I am logging in after almost a good decade. Well, do you know what a decade can do to you?

I

>graduated from college

>graduated again from college, this time with a Masters

>went through unemployment, the great economic recession

>Thought about becoming a wanderer, photographer, movie director, writer, tech entrepreneur etc

> Oh I forgot, fell in love; madly like a dim wit and screwed my life

>decided to get a job

>find love again; ink it on paper

>have a baby

>send the baby to school

> And yeah, remembered my yahoo ID

There were 7598 unattended emails waiting for my attention. Some assumed that I am looking for love, others believed I had humble manly assets, and a million people did crazy things to me on Facebook, and I was lost. It was actually 2 AM and I wanted to sleep.

Then, suddenly I saw an option to re-arrange my mails from earliest to latest; like the sorting from low price to high price in olx, flipkart, amazon…(middle class folks would know)

Hurrah.

I pulled out some of the scandalous things that I have done in life. My adolescence flashed in front of me and I could suddenly smell the searing heat of Delhi. I guess this is what is known as nostalgia.

I suddenly remembered my friends from that era, who formed an essential part of my life at that time.

The emails, the forwards, and the miss you notes and other notes…damn…Did I really write them?

Oh no..what have I done..? But I saw some equally cheesy replies from my friends who would be equally embarrassed if I showed them the same. So, I guess it was all the age and the hormones that were ruling at sweet sixteen and the immediate aftermath.

But yeah, embarrassing it was. Scandalous. The secretive/not so secretive part of you that a very few people know, but won’t mind.

Friendship and the process of growing up.