rasāsvāda wrote:I think i was 9 or 10 years old when we went to Rameshwaram. Early 80s. It was a women's and kids' trip. Mom, we 3 kids, and one fam friend aunt. 

I remember the journey a little bit. It was an impromtu plan and hence no reservations. So I think we took a bus from kodai kanal to somewhere  and then we somehow crammed into a women's compartment to rameshwaram. It had wooden bench seats, and was filled with fisherwomen with fish and stank like crazy. We somehow survived that and checked into a reasonably clean hotel right next to the shore. Woke up early next morning, and walked to the beach. I remember my mom and aunty being a little bit flustered, but didn't think much of it. It was a glorious sunrise, and we three took a nice dip in the cool water. In those days, it was rare for us to have pictures taken, but we have a couple of really good pics of us in water. 

I was witnessing another each coast beach sunrise today. A bit later, I facetimed home and showed mom and rest the view. Then I said, 'Rameshwaram waali feeling aa rahi hai'. From the back bro said, 'you mean of all the people sitting along the shore with their backs turned to the sea?' I was like, huh? All began laughing. Someone said, 'maybe now they don't do potty on the beach, people are more strict now about these things'. I was like - what are you talking about? I have no memory of that. And bro is like - the moment you said 'feels like rameshwaram', that's the feeling i got. 

Lol. I have either selective memory, or was too young to notice before being pushed over by my mom. I was like - if people were pooping there, why did we go in the water? So then they said - no we walked up a lot to an area where people were bathing. I do have a vague memory of being pushed to walk away a lot, but didn't catch, or don't remember this being the reason. 

Same trip. Different sibs. different memories. 

Today, kids and I talked over lunch. We named each trip we been to together, and ask each other what visual comes to mind the moment we talk or think of that trip. Somehow mine were always the prettiest memories, with only few random visuals. An interesting exercise though.