Journey into the Past
When I cross my school, I stop for a
while and see myself walking with my school uniform, I hear the voices of my
friends calling me, I see my favourite crossing me with a breezy look and I
realise i am father of a teenage son. These few minutes was a meaningful
journey into my past.
When I stare at a middle-aged man for
a while in busy mall and he looks at me for a while, we slowly walk towards
each other and asks " Are you" and I nod my head and ask "are
you", we both rise our eyes and our noise too. After sometime we realise
our families were staring at us for a while. These few minutes of discussion
was truly living the past.
When I locate my friend in the FB and
send him a friend request, I do feel funny but once I see I am accepted
thereafter I am busy. These few hours of chatting about teachers and friends
was a nostalgic past.
Once I was added in a what's group I
was wondering what is the group, I start scrolling to see who are there, I
smile in silence and tell to self what a violent group it is and sit in my
time machine to revisit my past, what a meaningful past memory it was.
Once we all meet in a coffee shop and
look at each other, we smile at ourselves and tell a white lie" you look
the same" but we do know we own few grounds on our head and few Tyre
factories on our waist, but still we live the past with an expensive coffee in
the hand. What a meaningful past journey into most memorable phase of our life.
On a busy morning we open our what's
app to check the good morning message, we sometimes see a tragedy of our
friends losing their dear ones. We quickly get into personal chats and reach
our friends home to pay our condolences. What a meaningful act it was to be
next our buddy and share our past tragedies too.
Present is beautiful, when we
relive our childhood, the time has come to relive our
past.
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