A mind is an intensive web of thoughts. Each strand a thought. Some old, some new. The old ones weaker, the new ones stronger.
But still there are some really old ones that are stronger than the most recent ones. They are like the Banyan roots, older the deeper and deeper the stronger.
Like
the hug my mom gave me when I feared failing, the smell of the rains on my first day of school, the fresh feel of crisp new notebooks, the fragrance of Paarijaat flowers in the colony, the chaos of the lunch break bell and the silence of the statue bell, the sting of dettol on a fresh knee wound, the taste of ice-cream bought from saved paisas, the scoldings in KG for exploring the terrace, the pain in knees for kneel-down punishment, the night-out before an exam and drowsiness while writing the paper (:D), the anxiety in the last 10 minutes of an exam paper, the racing heart beats when the winning house was declared, the thrill of finding 20 paise in a raincoat pocket...
A brilliant lattice I feel like getting lost in.. :)
Alas, the new strands call forth..get set to make more such lattices..
hahaha!!! I just love reading ur posts!!! I started thinking about my 'really old memories' and some made me smile, some laugh and some really made me sad. Some of those were similar to urs. Thanks for a trip to the memory lane! :)
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thanks prito! :) happy for the happy ones and still happy for the sad ones (for the fact that they're now past) :))
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