Memories as a person In Caption Memories as a person Memories have a strange habit of coming on a cue, as if a guest coming unannounced. A simple word or image or smell can invoke memories that were hidden under the layers of time. Going through the narrow lanes of Chor Bazar I saw an old Murphy Radio, the one with valves that used to light up and needed to be warmed up before it could be played. Radio Ceylon was our go to station after Akashwani news that our elders listened to with rapt attention. Instantly memories of a similar radio at our home came flooding. The antenna of that radio was a mesh strip that hung in our room fastened by safety pins to the hooks driven in the lime coated walls of our damp room.
