Tides of memories
Sometimes you look but do not see, but then there are times when you look and you can’t help but see. There are things that you choose to ignore, to hide, to keep wrapped up deep within but then you can’t. All it takes is a little something. That little something takes you down the lane, the one which you tried hard not go down yet again. Because sometimes the tides of memories will pull you deep into the ocean in which you don’t want to drowned.
I try to look at life that’s ahead of me-at the many things that I want to do, the many things that I can do and at the many things that I’m supposed to do. But often I’m forced to peep into the past. That peep more often than not turns into a long drawn stare that makes me lose my sense of time and space.
All it takes is one little thing.
That favourite song or the delicious aroma of food. An old photograph. Something you said. Something you did. The old book, the rustle of whose pages brings back memories. The dried flowers between its pages or the tiny notes that were hidden in it. That pile of letters – old and crumpled with the writing almost faded. I could go on but though its easy, it is difficult.
In finding these things, I feel lost. A strong urge to go back to where I cannot go sweeps over me. Because those things were not just things. They were a part of a little something in my life that I want to hold on to yet I want to let go of it the same time. My eyes well up as I remember the smiles we shared, the tears we shed and the memories that don’t go away.
I want to go back but I can’t. I’m supposed to walk forward. But this yearning, this longing will not go away. I feel nostalgic because sometimes memories are all that you are left with. All it takes, is a little something.
I was planning on writing few abstract posts based on titles of books last month. But I couldn’t do it. So here I am trying it again.
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