Walking by the road I reached " River walk" where people usually take a walk, where there is a river flowing beside and people enjoy nature. No noise, no pollution, only soothing sound of leaves, birds, and breeze kissing one's face. Enjoying nature I kept walking. Young couples jogging on the track, elder people having a quite walk, a blissful couple walking holding a baby, full family playing in the park with their children's, some taking a walk with their dogs, some with their children and some walking alone. Suddenly my phone made a beep sound.
I received an image of a beautiful baby from my friend, With whom we use to roam around crazily. Being a only girl in the group she was not treated as a girl. We use to play, we use to fight, we use to sing, dance, we use to go for trips, we use to pull each others legs and what not. It was full on " matargashti ".
A smile came on my face reviving those memories. She use to share each and every thing with us, about her family, friends, everyone . We were always at precedence for her, even if she had plan with her room mates, she use to cancel her plans for us. We use to eat and roam around late night and talk crazily on any shit. We use to work together in office, go for lunch together and play together. It was a world where we made our own world.
Suddenly we got a news that she is getting married. We were very happy but we're also in a state of ambivalence full of mixed emotions. We were not invited in the marriage being her male friends and her family being very conserved. There after we met twice or thrice after marriage. And now just received an image of her baby who was just born.
Tears rolling down my eyes, Realised almost 5 years passed out. Like a neck of woods, a smallest part of one of our friend was born, but we couldn't meet. We all had different priorities now. We all are so away from each other now.
Time change, Place change, People change, Priorities change but memories stay.
Wiping my tears, overcoming acute nostalgia for those days, I took a cab and reached home with all those memories revived. Living again with I, Me and Myself.
I received an image of a beautiful baby from my friend, With whom we use to roam around crazily. Being a only girl in the group she was not treated as a girl. We use to play, we use to fight, we use to sing, dance, we use to go for trips, we use to pull each others legs and what not. It was full on " matargashti ".
A smile came on my face reviving those memories. She use to share each and every thing with us, about her family, friends, everyone . We were always at precedence for her, even if she had plan with her room mates, she use to cancel her plans for us. We use to eat and roam around late night and talk crazily on any shit. We use to work together in office, go for lunch together and play together. It was a world where we made our own world.
Suddenly we got a news that she is getting married. We were very happy but we're also in a state of ambivalence full of mixed emotions. We were not invited in the marriage being her male friends and her family being very conserved. There after we met twice or thrice after marriage. And now just received an image of her baby who was just born.
Tears rolling down my eyes, Realised almost 5 years passed out. Like a neck of woods, a smallest part of one of our friend was born, but we couldn't meet. We all had different priorities now. We all are so away from each other now.
Time change, Place change, People change, Priorities change but memories stay.
Wiping my tears, overcoming acute nostalgia for those days, I took a cab and reached home with all those memories revived. Living again with I, Me and Myself.
Beautifully written :) very nice saum :)
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DeleteSuper sir ji... Your words have a spark in it... ;) Sounds lively... :)
ReplyDeleteThank you sirjee... :)
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