Saturday, January 8, 2011

Finally here I am with a new design for my Blog *Grin* 
( It appears really tough to me to choose a background for my Blog! ).

Nostalgia, defined as a sense of longing for the Past ( Past Allures! ), its something that I keep experiencing quite often. Its so stupid of us humans to firstly wish to grow up and move forward in Life and then to long for the Past! Past in some way or the other always remains in our memory no matter how forward you move in your life. Past is an inseparable part of our life which remains with us throughout our life, be it good or bad.

Often sitting idly in the sunshine I think about my past, things I have gained, things I have lost during the course of life. But there comes an instant followed by a gentle breeze in the bright sun when I find myself transferred back to the past ( Sort of Hallucination ). The memory is of my Grandma's house during my childhood when a similar breeze was blowing in the bright sun and I was collecting beans from the creeper to play. I can recall each and everything exactly as it was that instant, the happiness I felt while collecting beans to play and my cute little dress. It gladdens me to recall how happy a bean could make me in that part of my life, something I keep finding today but do not get easily. Joy was a memorable part of my childhood which I can never forget. Love was the best part of my childhood, which I received in abundance from my Parents,other Family members and the people who knew me. Its something I miss badly today, being the cute little kid of the family, being loved by everyone and all those joyful moments.
And most of all being the daughter of my Dad and the best relation with him. 

Something weird about this recalling thing is that I always experience this thing during that particular flow of breeze and get lost for few minutes. I like recalling my past but it is always followed with a deep hurt for what my relations used to be and what they are today. Trying to believe,

Time heals every wound!


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