My friend picked up his phone and asked loudly, “Hello, who is it?”
“Hey, it is Amrit.”
“Who?”His reply was as if he was talking with a totally unknown person.
“It is Amrit. Do you remember me? We met at Sanjay’s house.”
“Hey, I don’t remember any Amrit. I seriously do not. My memory is not very good man.” It seemed like he did not have any recollection of me. That was strange.
“I wanted to invite you for a party. I got some wine here.” I stated my reason for the call.
“Oh, yes. I vaguely remember you. Your voice is familiar.” Mention of the word ‘wine’ rejuvenated the brain cells responsible for decoding voice.
“Please do come. A friend gifted me this wine. He says it is very old.” I further added.
“I remember you. You worked with Nortel and now you work with Nokia.” An additional word ‘old’ fed a burst of oxygen to old memory cells and suddenly my work history is retrieved from the ‘Recycle Bin’ to the root directory.
“I am glad. Wine is probably of 1970s. I will text you my address.”
“I remember your house. You live in Rajiv’s neighborhood. What time shall I come?” The age of his brain cells is perhaps less than wine’s age, so they have to become active. His memory cells cleared like a stream of water cleans the dust from surface.
My friend arrived on time and his memory is completely restored. That proves my hypothesis.