That's all we have with us. That's all remains in our heart. "Feelings change, but memories remain" - that's what was written in our hostel t-shirt back in 2007. Life is nothing but a collection of tangled memories of tears and smiles, of joy and sorrow, woven in the thread of times gone by.
And when we are lonely they come back making us dreamy and drawing a smileys of various emotion on our face, that could only be noticed when you look closely with affection and love into someone's face. You might discover the toughest of the lot living for a moment in the tender days of his life. A tiny smile and a spark in his eyes. Or the happiest amongst you suddenly concealing a tear and drying it up in her eyes faster then the camera shutters for which she is posing. You may suddenly find out the tranquility in the eyes of a wise man gone for a moment when he remembers his days gone by. Or find a notion of innocence in a corrupt politician's face when he is lost in his childhood.
We store all the memories in our brain, in the tangle of neurons. But sometimes if you sit back and relax you would know that it is the happier one's that we like keep and remember often than the sorrowful ones. When we think of someone gone, we never think of how he was gone but of how he was when we were together and happy.
Now it's time. Time for me to go back 20 years in the past. In the house that's now no longer the same and you have no right to enter. A house that I hated because it was not beautiful and well planned like the houses of the rich. A house that I love now, because it's the most beautiful house ever, because it's home.
And when we are lonely they come back making us dreamy and drawing a smileys of various emotion on our face, that could only be noticed when you look closely with affection and love into someone's face. You might discover the toughest of the lot living for a moment in the tender days of his life. A tiny smile and a spark in his eyes. Or the happiest amongst you suddenly concealing a tear and drying it up in her eyes faster then the camera shutters for which she is posing. You may suddenly find out the tranquility in the eyes of a wise man gone for a moment when he remembers his days gone by. Or find a notion of innocence in a corrupt politician's face when he is lost in his childhood.
We store all the memories in our brain, in the tangle of neurons. But sometimes if you sit back and relax you would know that it is the happier one's that we like keep and remember often than the sorrowful ones. When we think of someone gone, we never think of how he was gone but of how he was when we were together and happy.
Now it's time. Time for me to go back 20 years in the past. In the house that's now no longer the same and you have no right to enter. A house that I hated because it was not beautiful and well planned like the houses of the rich. A house that I love now, because it's the most beautiful house ever, because it's home.
