The Delhi chaat restaurant space sat five inside. When you reached five, everyone was a part of a communal conversation, intentionally or not. It was a fascinating mix of people, ranging from a Filipino-Indian couple on a date to a father-daughter adventure, and three friends hanging out on a hot afternoon. Along the way, the owner sat down for a bit to catch up on some emails.
A recurring theme in our conversation was where everyone was from. There were no expectations, no judgements. Every question seemed grounded in an open and wonderful sense of curiosity.
On the wall were framed pictures that reflected memories of times past. Movies from the nineties, characters caught in the moment, each with a big smile. Up high was saying that seemed to have been nicked from an Italian-themed place: “The taste is more beautiful because of the memory.” Life whispers reminded me that memories come with hope, lessons, and the certainty that we have survived.
Life offers proof of beauty and hope. From dawns to sunsets, blossoms to fruits, and darkness to light, there is evidence for our consumption. I often miss the point because I am trapped in an old question. “Since no one knows the future, who can tell someone else what is to come?” (Ecclesiastes 8.7). Perhaps it is not about knowing the specifics of the future. Maybe it is about being ready for what the future brings. When I am hopeful, I find that I am holding courage and resilience. When I have faith, I realise that I have left doubt and uncertainties behind.
Life’s memories change how I see the moment. Each memory deepens my experience, broadens my understanding, and offers me the opportunity to see more clearly. My opportunities are revealed because of the replays going on within. At the extreme, they are prejudices or biases. In balance, they offer insights, anticipation, and references. A suitcase is filled with good or bad, depending on how I unpack and use it.
The chaat was amazing, each bite taking me back and pointing me forward.
