sitting in my office,as i looked out of the windows,the everlasting skies beckoned me to take a walk down the path of bygone times.i decided to take the offer.
As the drifting clouds induced me with peace.....i started sketching my memories on its soft canvas....
what is it about memories?
they always have a tinge of innocence about them,that we feel we have lost,when we look back........the people,in the memory, take on a magical property...a feel of wistfulness,a sensation that if you reach out to touch,they will become fairy dust.
the place where the incident occurs,is hazy to remember,frayed on the edges,however the "feel"of that place is sharp...
you can remember the feel of the sky,the air buzzing around you,viewing world through "Sepia" mode......
it is a weird combination of senses assaulting you,by rushing towards you,but the moment you expect them to hit you,with full force,the recede back....leaving you hollow.......
a song which leaves me with a lump in my throat,
a sight which transports me back to a time when life was spent without the worry of time or life leaving you behind......
something on the television reminding me of someone....
a smell,which i personally believe,induces the strongest sense of nostalgia.....is enough for an etching sadness to settle in me about the irony...of time...which as an entity is forever,but as sections is lived and then lost......only to survive as vague memories in your mind.................
on a happier note,i will totally accept that these are the same memories which induce you with peace,that you have a legacy to pass on,a treasure trove to dip into,which helps you connect to people.
memories form the basis of that extra sense,which is the intuition which makes you like/dislike people the moment you meet them,the unknown logic which makes you react instinctively.........the call from incarnations gone by and incarnations to come....of lessons learnt in past lives.....and lives to come.........that undescribable sixth sense...
i will conclude my abstract article with the saying....
"time moves in one direction......memories in the other"
signing out,
