When people remember you

I was not much of a reader as a kid… I loved movies and playing and fooling around. I always ran the opposite direction from books and words. But then somewhere in my late twenties I felt I was being left behind.

I was not able to understand life like others did (I still don’t 😄) and that is when I started reading. Rather chronically obsessively reading.

But I had not read many of the classics and then I started catching up and continue to till this day. Just finished Dostoyevsky‘s ‘The Idiot’… And it is growing unbearably inside me.

I had never read ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’

But as a 12 year old I remember my dad making me sit with him and watch the movie staring Anthony Quinn.. That was years ago…

Today years later and many many books later my beautiful dear daughter came from a trip to Paris and bought me this pocket book of ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’

When we went to Paris..Notre Dame was being renovated after the fire… But She remembered…

It is true that ‘what you remember’ is not important but what is important is ‘who remembers you’ and ‘what you are remembered for’…

She had also got me a signed copy of Yuval Harari‘s Nexus from London before..

Again she remembers the me in me 💕

Thank You Rhea 🙏