Looking through The Times of India one stumbles upon many articles that would, in the western world, never be found in our main newspaper. This fact probably greatly widens the range of subjects reading their main newspaper. Looking through it I stumbled upon an article called, “I remember the time…”, and even before I began to read it my mind started to trail off to a distant land where my memories live. The title provokes one to think about times from long ago that have been placed into a filing cabinet and soon forgotten about. The article is a compilation of individual’s stories, and at the end of their stories the lesson they learnt from it is stated. Reading through their stories, and their lessons learnt makes one think about their own personal experiences and all the lessons they have so far learnt.
By no means did I expect an article of this kind to be in a newspaper, let alone in a newspaper from across the ocean. Yet, it was quite touching because once you read about the experiences of others one automatically begins thinking of experiences of their own. Not only did it make me think about experiences I’ve had, it made me think about the lessons they taught me. Never before had I actually thought about what they had taught me, I had simply thought about how it felt after. The feeling you have after an experience can vary tremendously. Whether it is uplifting, hurtful, sad or empowering, it is these exact feelings that make everyone who they are. It is what makes human beings individuals. From reading this article, I now can look to experiences of my past and pull from them important lessons that make me who I am.
(February 11, 2010)
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