How does Time preserve a few vague memories, locks them safely in a cache and buries the cache deep in its bosom? Insignificant memories that should have been eroded out but on the contrary, they grow subliminally . When they grow big, they break open the cache and come out in an incoherent manner. They knock the doors of your “Recollection”. They come , when you expect them the least. In fact, such memories aren’t even least expected. They are never expected!
Time acts partial. Some events howsoever significant they may be, Time sends them to oblivion while some , it safeguards.
The kind of memories that I am talking about, are rather blunt. They are uneven for when they come in mind, they are scattered in bits and pieces. You need to assemble the pieces together and as the picture completes, you get a somewhat clearer yet blurred picture of the past event. The picture, usually, is distorted. Some pieces are wrongly put.
Time keeps them secretively in its bosom like its prized belongings.
Words that we once jabbered inanely.. laughs that we had over the pettiest of things.. glimpses that we fortuitously exchanged.. grudges that we unreasonably held..arguments that we unintentionally got in.. minor scuffles that we had.. tears that came out excitedly.. unreasonalbly and mushily.. insignificant places that we visited.. food that we ate gluttonously, sometimes half heartedly and sometimes neutrally .. songs that weren't particularly our favorites, yet we listened to them et al.
These aren’t the kind of events that would leave behind such prominent trails in the form of vivid and lingering memories. But, they leave their footprints, not in a continuous and in a very evident fashion though. They are rather surreptitious. They stealthily enter the mind with their noiseless steps.
All they want is our attention, our indulgence with them for some moments. For those few moments, the mind , like a conceding parent, listens to their request and grants their innocent wish.
Time acts partial. Some events howsoever significant they may be, Time sends them to oblivion while some , it safeguards.
The kind of memories that I am talking about, are rather blunt. They are uneven for when they come in mind, they are scattered in bits and pieces. You need to assemble the pieces together and as the picture completes, you get a somewhat clearer yet blurred picture of the past event. The picture, usually, is distorted. Some pieces are wrongly put.
Time keeps them secretively in its bosom like its prized belongings.
Words that we once jabbered inanely.. laughs that we had over the pettiest of things.. glimpses that we fortuitously exchanged.. grudges that we unreasonably held..arguments that we unintentionally got in.. minor scuffles that we had.. tears that came out excitedly.. unreasonalbly and mushily.. insignificant places that we visited.. food that we ate gluttonously, sometimes half heartedly and sometimes neutrally .. songs that weren't particularly our favorites, yet we listened to them et al.
These aren’t the kind of events that would leave behind such prominent trails in the form of vivid and lingering memories. But, they leave their footprints, not in a continuous and in a very evident fashion though. They are rather surreptitious. They stealthily enter the mind with their noiseless steps.
All they want is our attention, our indulgence with them for some moments. For those few moments, the mind , like a conceding parent, listens to their request and grants their innocent wish.
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