Down memory lane,
I walked again.
Through the times,
which had flown by...
I walked again.
Through the times,
which had flown by...
...and there you stood cleaning your closet. Sorting clothes to give away. Until you realise that the shirt you held in your hand is the same shirt you wore on the day you got your award. It is hard to let go. But then you figure someone in the hills needs is much more than you do. You let go!
...you come across a picture on your computer with many happy faces. You take a moment, you reminisce. Happy memories come flooding, in a fleeting moment you realise that, that was the past.In the now, you have have changed and so have the times since then. It is hard to gather how could such a past have existed given the now? Ctrl+Shift+Del is executed. You let go or in the least you try to. But did you really let go? You still think about the picture, the faces and the times !!!
...you come across a picture on your computer with many happy faces. You take a moment, you reminisce. Happy memories come flooding, in a fleeting moment you realise that, that was the past.In the now, you have have changed and so have the times since then. It is hard to gather how could such a past have existed given the now? Ctrl+Shift+Del is executed. You let go or in the least you try to. But did you really let go? You still think about the picture, the faces and the times !!!
...the old diary is found in the cartons with the books. You flip through the pages. You realise that you don't write often enough any more. In fact, you don't write at all. Tucked away in the middle of the diary you find an old unsent letter. The contents of which, once pertinent and powerful, are not that pertinent or purposeful or even relevant any more. In that moment you realise that some bridges have been broken, forever. The letter is placed with the other papers to throw away.
..."...I won't be playing in the IPL next season"...It takes a moment for you to register this. Tendulkar had just announced his retirement nonchalantly. You sense that the final good bye is round the corner now. You don't know how you are going to cope with it. Somehow you have to prepare for the inevitable. You just don't know how! It is not just about Tendulkar, in many ways it is about you. A part of you will go away with him. You see the team doing well even when Tendulkar is not in the ranks. You tell yourself that it is going to be fine. Deep down, you know things will be fine but they will never be the same again.
..."...I won't be playing in the IPL next season"...It takes a moment for you to register this. Tendulkar had just announced his retirement nonchalantly. You sense that the final good bye is round the corner now. You don't know how you are going to cope with it. Somehow you have to prepare for the inevitable. You just don't know how! It is not just about Tendulkar, in many ways it is about you. A part of you will go away with him. You see the team doing well even when Tendulkar is not in the ranks. You tell yourself that it is going to be fine. Deep down, you know things will be fine but they will never be the same again.
2 comments:
letting go is an amazingly freeing experience. i am happy you are experiencing some of this :)
also, what is this about a secret diary with cartoons? SHOW IT TO ME. no hiding!!!!
I like what you've written Anand...nice and honest...something everyone can relate with at some point or the other!
Write more often...
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