My childhood is haunted by memories of monstrous green vegetables loaded upon my platter and the stern look on my dad's face as he said in a thunderous voice,"finish it all up or else.....".That voice used to send such jitters down my spine that i would gulp down the terrible concoction in seconds.During such horrible meals,ketchup was my only savior. The red tangy sauce helped me survive various such encounters with what rabbits and goats usually eat. Since then ketchup is synonymous in my dictionary with a helping hand in bad times...
Throughout my teenage years whenever i was at crossroads regarding something or the other, i had people who were there at all times to give my hand that gentle squeeze,to cheer me up when i was in big time mess...I remember calling up my best friend in the middle of the night, crying that i would never make it to a good college and she patiently listened each and every time no matter how impossible i was...I remember how i used to talk for hours with another dear friend when i suffered my first heart break and the poor girl's cell phone bill peaked just because of me...
There are many such people who helped me from crumbling when i was at my weakest...cheers to all the people in my life who were my saviors....who acted like ketchup when life gave me yucky food....
I love you all....:)
