Memories can be broadly classified into three categories—Happy, Unpleasant and Indifferent. Human response to routine activities is common in nature and very predictable. These easily pass into oblivion. Good and bad memories get scripted in our mind in indelible ink. Of these two, we love to discard the unhappy ones and dwell with the pleasant memories.

My memory is a combination of both. Recounting them accurately and in perfect chronological order is a rather difficult task. The nature of events constituting one's life history may be similar, but not identical.

At the fag end of life, when I look down memory lane, I have a faint ray of hope that my story might not be simple boredom and may be able to evoke some interest at least. My childhood memory spins around my grandmother who had a dual personality. Other characters who impressed me were other members of the joint family. As regards school and college life, I tried to highlight the need for adopting a value system. Particularly, I was impressed by the teachings of my school principal, which helped me grow into a balanced personality. People whose association contributed to shaping my personality also find a place in the book.