Favourites-The story Behind what we love

What Makes Something Our Favourite?

Have you ever stopped to wonder why certain things are called our favourites?

Why do some things hold such a special place in our hearts, even when time moves on?

Let’s take a walk down memory lane and try to figure it out...

Childhood Favourites

Back then, our favourites were simple — the toy we never let go of, the chocolate that made our day, the ice cream we waited for after school.

We didn’t even know the word “favourite” properly, but we sure knew the feeling.

That joy, that excitement — that’s all it took to make something special.

School-Time Favourites

Our school years had their own magic.

The pencil with flowers we longed to buy.

The lunch box surprises packed by mom.

The joy of PT period — the most awaited time of the day.

And of course, the events — Sports Day, Annual Day, Children’s Day, Teachers’ Day...

Those weren’t just days — they were celebrations of being a kid.

Teenage Favourites

As we grew, our favourites grew with us.

The freedom we tasted.

The songs that became emotions.

The movies that made us dream.

The food we craved. The places that felt like escape.

We found favourite people too —

The one friend who just got us,

That one cousin who always matched our vibe,

The artists we adored, the trips we never stopped talking about...

Those moments became memories — and those memories became favourites.

But Why Are These 'Favourites'?

Sometimes, it's simple —

We loved the thing so much, it became our favourite.

But sometimes, it’s deeper —

It became our favourite because of who gave it to us.

Because of how it made us feel.

Because we tied it to someone we never wanted to forget.

Favourites aren’t just about what we like.

They’re about what we felt when we had it.

And we treasure them — because in some small way, they made us feel alive.

So the next time you call something your favourite,

Think about the story behind it.

It’s probably not just about a thing —

It’s about a memory, a moment, or a person.

And that’s why we hold onto it…

Sometimes quietly,

Sometimes forever.