nostalgia childhood days

It has been 13 years since Rusty, named after celebrated writer Ruskin Bond, marked her way into my life and with the very first ink pot that she spilled over the ruled notebook, she had me inked forever. Little had I known that the blots would seep through from my childhood to youth along with chords struck and comic books collected. Rusty has earmarked nearly every episode from my memory. The crests and troughs─ the jejune crushes, the fear of organic chemistry, the heights of jovial times and the ignominy of loss; she has been everywhere with me.