How often does your memories come back in such a force that u feel like u are reeling under an onslaught of incomprehensible loss. Just imagine the setting. Some soulful song playing in the background, sepia tinted photographs of days gone past, the fading light of setting sun filtering thru the window and u have a classic recipe for the said state. The torrent of memories that follow is hard to stem.
Memories of the bylanes and winding roads of childhood and youth. The Mango and Jamun trees. The lazy summer afternoons. And sometimes adventures of these very afternoons. The first flush of those strong emotions running riot. That look, that simple touch, the unspoken words in the eyes. It takes you back to the days of immense possibilities, dreams and promises, questions and apprehensions.
Suddenly you want to grow up quicky and get over with it all. In the typical exuberance of our youth we try to over reach and before you know life takes over. And all one is left with is the memories that rush at you at the most unexpected time and leave you standing in the pool of mere possibilities which are now unreachable.
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