A golden-aged knows the joys and sorrows of a full life. Old age has many gainful privileges. One of them is the respect attendant with age and the other is free time to reminisce about the distant past. Being an honourable senior citizen, like others of my ilk, I am fortunate. I have no constraint of time. Taking advantage of it, I reminisce my bygone days endlessly closing my eyes and activating my cerebrum. However, I do that selectively limiting only to the episodes that bring cheer to me. Those endowed with the normal prudence will never recall the unpleasant as it is an unwelcome guest. I often share my fond memories with my old friends, children and grandchildren. I never miss an opportunity to narrate the memories that I relish. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles. My receptive friends goaded, “There is nothing new in the incidents you narrate with wild gusto; they are obvious; we also had experienced them. However, why don’t you put them in writing for the sake of posterity?” After reading, the readers may not hold me in their arms, but certainly, hold my memories in high regard because my memories are theirs too. With this effort, I just did what they always wanted to do. My intention is to refuel, refresh and rejuvenate their memory.