Well, the electricity was gone = no internet, and as I was just sitting idle, my eyes caught a big cotton bag lying inside my open closet. And I knew what I had to do, and what was going to happen next. So, I took out the bag, eagerly looked inside the bag to see: The remembrance of the past.
People say life goes on, time never stops and blah, blah and
more shit, but I was taken back to the past. Before beginning, let me tell you
a little bit about myself: I'm that kind of a person who likes to keep things.
I'm a keeper, and I keep all sorts of things that are special to me: Be it a
chocolate wrapper or some old used movie
tickets. I keep it all and I keep it safe. So coming back, that bag. It
contains all the cards, the letters, all the special little things that my dear
ones gave me at some point of time in my life.
Yes, time flies! I've been keeping these things safe with me
for more than 8 years now, and believe me, for those few minutes, I was taken
back to those times, those moments I shared with those special people. Yes,
with time, the closeness, the essence of my relations with them have changed:
few are busy with their lives and for
few I might have been busy, so blaming anyone should not be right. But I
wish we had continued the way we were back then, cause I could feel the love
and care in the cards and the letters and the poems and the sketches and in
all the other little things which still matter to me as much as they mattered
when they were bestowed upon.
No doubt I love the people who are with me right now,
but can't I have all of them? (Yes, I'm selfish). As you grow up in life, you realize
that not all the people you love and care about, stay forever. In fact, only
a handful of people are going to stay with you. I don't like to break relations (yes, I'm that
kind of person), but eventually it does crack a little(or more): be it for lack
of communication, some stupid fight and due to the misunderstandings. I was
very special to some, (shhona, or petu or best friends to a few) but, now,
after reading those cards I feel 'why?'
The bond we shared was very special indeed. Then why? Why is it all not like
before? People change, and I might also have changed, but, I cherished those
bonds and would always will. I wish we were like before, again.
And this gets me to thinking, are the bonds I have right now
would also be gone some day? Maybe 5 years down the line, I would be writing
something like this again? I don't know. Maybe some are going to stick around and
some wouldn't, that time would tell.
While reading those things I had a tear rolling down my
cheek, didn't know if it was a happy tear or a sad one. Happy that I came
across these wonderful people in my life and sad that, they are no longer
there. But after a few minutes I blasted. (yes, I knew exactly how was feeling
then)
Sweet memories, oh that warmth,
Happy hugs and happy songs
Be with me, for once, and again,
Reliving the old good
Before the clock stops,
Remembrance of the past.
Ps. *the sweetest memory of all* This picture you see below, are the cards given by those kids I used to teach in school 4 years back as a part of my curriculum. I was in 12th grade and they were in 4th. Such an amazing experience it was. Love you kiddos and miss our fun. Hope you guys are doing well wherever you are. *heart*
Too many emotions.
The year is ending and December is hitting me hard (as every year). Hyper active tear glands, coffee and winter doing their way. Suffering from some unknown emotional disease. Bye for now.
