Hello Meera, greeted a lady with a smile as soon as she entered the restaurant. Though I smiled back at her, knew not who she was. She appeared almost my age and however much I tried to rack my brains as to where I had met her before, recognition failed to dawn on me. In the name of politeness I enquired how she was doing and she said ‘good’ and wished to know what I have been doing since the last time we met. That made things worse because I didn’t remember from Adam when we met and began to wonder whether we met at all! Thinking she wouId have probably seen the write up on my books which appeared along with my photo which made it easier for her to recognize me, I asked if she had read my interview in the newspaper and she shook her head in answer.
Looking amused at my discomfiture, she asked how many dolls I had made after completing the course in Doll making. ‘Don’t you remember I was also attending the same class held in Mylapore?’ she said smiling.
Wasn’t that nearly 45 years ago? How is that you were able to not only recognize me but also remember my name? I asked stunned.
It’s just that my memory doesn’t fail me where names and faces are concerned, she said most casually. After that I felt too embarrassed to ask her name.
n.meera raghavendra rao