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While going Up & Down


The kind of situations we encounter while going up and down. Ah! These elevators will have so many stories to their credit.

The earliest memory was when I was about 7 years. Yes, I wasn't too sure of what to do inside an elevator then. So on reaching the floor, my parents and a couple of others on board moved out and the door closed before I could get out. Since someone had already pressed the buttons from the ground floor, the panicked me was on my way down. In the meantime, my dad like every little girl's superhero chased the stairs down. But me on reaching down thought I will stay indoors and go up to find my parents. So I stayed in and told the uncle in the elevator where I wanted to go. Yea my dad missed me again. He then climbed the stairs back to find me coming out of the elevator. The first thing he did was take me back inside and teach me exactly what to do. 
#childhoodmemories


Then there was this one time after watching a movie. We were headed back from the theatre and took the lift to go to the basement. As we entered, the elevator closed. And then all of a sudden, it opened again. And there entered a familiar face - oh it is her! The heroine of the film we just watched. We were just talking about her performance and there she was with us in the lift. 
#celebritymoment


Oh and that one time in a lift in Delhi. I was inside with a friend of mine and there was a third person too - he happened to have the perfect jaw line and butt - two features that at least topped our list. So confident that he will not be a Malayali, we started discussing his looks with a whole lot of enthusiasm in Malayalam. As he walked out of the lift he asked us if we wanted his number in Malayalam. 
#oopsoopsmoment


This was the initial phase with David (my husband). Being in two cities and getting to meet very rarely did stir up a lot of excitement and butterflies in our system. And just like that our first kissed almost happened in a lift! Almost, because it was just from the second to the ground floor of a mall.
#loveorisit

We all must have so many such memories in that little space and brief moments. Oh and don't we all love the one with mirrors. From the corner of my eyes, I am always checking me out in those! 

Life is after all made of small moments like these.


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