Train of thoughts

Image credits : Unsplash A few people enter your life and add a certain iridescence to it. They don’t necessarily end up becoming your romantic interest or your best friend. They might remain your acquaintances or most often than not, they happen to be fleeting clouds. You lose contact with them; you forget them and you move on with your life. But the impact they create in your life is elusive yet important. The perspective they offer, the casual conversations you have with them and the little beams they brought to your face remain unforgettable. A few years later, the sudden mention of something reminds you of that certain someone and an instinctive smile creeps on your lips. You take out your phone and rigorously tap away their names on all the social media platforms one could name. Scarcely, you’re lucky and you reconnect with them. But generally, all your efforts go in vain. They only remain lucid memories you cherish forever. So, a name did pop up on your head, didn't it? :)

Image credits : Unsplash Every time there’s a certain void, I experience spine-chills. Terrified, I close my eyes to calm myself. There it is. My ‘safe haven.’ It isn’t a ‘place’ but usually a seamless memory tape that I hold close to my heart. --- 'I’m four or so. Everything seems to be beyond my comprehension. I hear the patter of the raindrops falling on the surface. The musty smell of petrichor fills my nose. It’s a dull afternoon with no sign of the sun and the skies oozing of melancholy. I see an image…an image of the wooden door to my grandmother’s house. I’m standing under the shade waiting for the door to open. It seems to be an endless wait. I stand there in front of the door with a lot of questions and no answers.' This memory keeps coming back to me time and again. Is it because I miss her? Is it because she left us before I could know what she thought of me? Is it the ‘vulnerable me’ seeking strength from the brave woman who fought all odds by herself? Befo...

Image credits : Unsplash Have you ever wondered about this? Sometimes, people drift apart due to distance or disagreements. But, a certain memory of that person stays with you - be it a close friend, a colleague or even your childhood crush. A vivid image or a memory of that person is what you cherish, hold close to your heart and occasionally even recount. It remains and ‘that person’ is the person you’ve known. And a few years later, you bump into them. You have a few forced conversations and reconnect with them with the pre-conceived notion that they’re still the same and then, it hits you hard. You realize that they’ve changed. But, hold on! Isn’t ‘changed’ a pretty subjective word? Changed could mean that they have evolved into an incredible person or it could mean otherwise. True, what I mean by ‘changed’ is not the core of that person. Undoubtedly, even with the passage of time, they tend to retain certain traits, habits and principles. But what disturbs you indeed is the chan...