One of my favourite things to do while driving is listen to the radio. BBC Radio London to be precise. Despite this fact, I only get to listen to the radio when I drive. Some time ago, I got myself a portable radio at home, but the technicality and practicality involved put me off. Moreover, it makes me feel old and cranky. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being old and it doesn’t take much to get the radio to do the job either. Getting the portable radio to charge and setting the frequency to my favourite station was a hard task for me.

For me, radio speaks my inner voice. The silence voice in me that isn’t audible to many. Some of the discussions awake a slumbering part of me. As expected, while listening and driving last week, the topic of discussion touched a part of me that caused energy renewal. The voice on the radio asked listeners to share some of their past moments or experiences they wouldn’t mind reliving.

I felt an acute nostalgia for the time gone by. As I drove, my mind went on a time travel. Memories of the forgotten past came alive. Flashes of happy moments resurfaced and I could almost feel the warmth and the intensity of those moments.