Tides of memories

memoriesSometimes 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.

 

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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.

12 responses to “Tides of memories”

  1. Lata Sunil says:

    Beautiful words Reema. Smells and songs do have the unique ability to transport us to another era.

  2. Sulekha says:

    Reema, a hauntingly nostalgic post. Sometimes what we can do is take a peek into the past, relive the precious moments and come back to the present, recharged. The memories are an integral part of our lives but life is more than just those moments. I will be back to read more of your lovely posts in this challenge.

  3. writershilpa says:

    These are just the thoughts that go on in my mind..things from the past, people from the past that I have to let go of, but just can’t! Why does life have to be so difficult?
    You have poured out your thoughts so beautifully, Reema!

  4. Obsessivemom says:

    That’s true. Sometimes a tiny thing can bring out such a significant memory – a smell, a flavour, even a bird call sometimes. During our college days we’d hear this particular bird in the middle of the night when we were studying for our exams. To date when I hear it I remember long late nights and hot cups of tea.

  5. Alice Gerard says:

    This is wonderful. The memories that are in your head and your heart are very precious and you expressed that in such a vivid way.

  6. Rashmi says:

    Lovely post Reema. It is always that little something that takes you down memory lane. Songs, movies, smells, old books…it can be anything. Wonderfully penned.

  7. Ramya says:

    I heard somewhere that it is a gift to be able to forget what we dont like in the past. The problem is some memories bring happy tears whereas some sad tears.

  8. Parul Thakur says:

    I could sense a bit of pain and nostalgia there. If it’s writing, as usual great job. But if that’s your state of mind, here is a big hug. In life Reema, look back to smile at the memories you made and move forward with what’s behind. That’s the thing I’m telling myself too.

  9. Vinitha says:

    So beautifully penned, Reema. Memories come back at the oddest of the moments and can be triggered by such littlest things. But those memories could swallow the whole of us with no mercy. I feel these tides of memories, sometimes when I am with people, and it ruins me from inside out. To chuck them away without letting others know is the hardest. Hugs, Reema. You write so well. 🙂

  10. Anchal says:

    This is such a nostalgic post. All it takes is one thing

  11. Nupur says:

    Beautifully written….memories have their own mind:)

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