Whenever I am upset or extremely disgruntled,I do a little exercise- I trace my steps back to times in the past when I had been perfectly happy and content and my steps always take me through a blurry maze of events that had taken place in school,some friendships until they finally stop at this one time and refuse to move beyond that.I have always felt that thoughts are little elves in our heads and they have their furtive intentions.So last night as I lay my mind open for the elvish thoughts to act upon it,they took me back to this one person I had met back in the year 1999.He was my first friend and the only friend from Valsad,of whom I have a distinct, happy memory.As we grow up,as we find our lives cramming up with more people without purpose,more thwarting experiences, it is the memory of such friendships that keeps one going.It keeps me going at least.You also realize that the more distant the memory,the better.So then you get hours to trace your steps back to the event and its tough and time-consuming but it takes your mind off the hurt or the anger that you presently experience.I remember playing snooker board game with him at times,and at other times we would simply giggle together while discussing sundry details of school.I remember wishing badly that I could keep him but he had to leave because he was on a vacation and had put up in his aunt's place who happened to be our neighbor.he had promised me to be back soon however we both knew inwardly that was never happening.So ever since that day,that moment I have treasured the memory of the innocence and the effortless friendship.It is indelible.I wonder if he remembers me just the same.I wish. I am reminded of a random post on facebook which read, "When I grow up,I want to be a little girl"
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