Down memory lane

Narrow lanes in Wan Chai in Hong Kong in May..
Weekend crowd thronging the streets for shopping...
Hot, humid weather with air full of different kinds of sound...
Knick-knacks of all kinds imaginable (and some which were never thought of)...

I was walking with one of my friends, just looking around and in the middle of all the chaos, we saw an old man, with a very small stall selling crochet pins of different sizes and threads of different colours and width. The unexpected sight of these pins and thread transferred me to the time in school, when, in one of the class called SUPW (Social Useful productive Work); we were taught these very interesting things- making greeting cards with oil paints, crocheting, cross-stitches, knitting, making bags made of jute...etc. I did enjoy these classes very much in my school days . Unfortunately, I did not have a chance (or chose not to) to do any of those things again. The memory of old days made me buy a crochet pin and some threads.

I was not sure whether I will do anything with them, but once I sat down with them while watching TV, fingers started working on their own and I was delighted to find myself creating the same patterns which I knew in school. I used to think that women who knit or do similar things in earlier days really had nothing else to do, but the re-discovery of crochet made me realise that these are actually very engaging and interesting activities, which requires one to create beautiful designs out of nothing...

..This was just one of the incidents, but it did make me think that maybe my beliefs over the years need re-thinking and a new way of looking at them.