You think you are Independent. You think you are disillusioned with all that crap; and you think you've finally moved on. With nothing to look back; the past was anyways a bucket of ashes. And then all of a sudden they come, perhaps when you bump into the person or that familiar song that had once made you experience an emotion you'd probably laugh at now. Memories. I won't go into the glorification of the concept of memories, since they have already been accepted as being the spring roses you smell in winter and all that. But yes, they can shatter you. And believe me, bloody well. When you realize that all this while that you've been believing that the past is just not a part of the present, you've only been fooling yourself. The past doesn't leave you; never. To the braver, it perhaps just doesn't haunt. And no matter how 'tough' you are, you've probably had a past where you felt goose-pimples and your heart raced for someone. When you thought of that someone wherever you went; holidays, college, malls, restaurants...even in your dreams. When you thought that you were in love, and the feeling was painful. All this seems too corny now, right? Understandably.
You're probably even seeing someone now. But you could never feel the same way for this person; the way you had felt then. The way you felt sometime back when you crossed the song or the very person. You could probably never fall in LOVE again. Call it a shahrukh khan movie influence, but you do know that of all people who've specially felt about, that one person has been extra-special. That one person you could never forget, but who you wanted to bury under your present life. You've probably never had to make this hard an effort any other time. But ya, one rainfall, and you remember those times, the pure, platonic, innocent, unconditional love. And you are probably a fool if you think, "What a fool I was!" Well, almost everybody's been a fool then. Almost everybody has acted crazy about some person; almost everybody has listened to,and liked those cheesy songs once. And everybody's cried. There's nothing stupid.
Aah, Memories.Yes. You still feel like reliving those emotions when these guys called 'memories' randomly strike you. Of all the thinking about the person you did, of all the palpitating heart, and so on. For once, you feel like going back. Going back, wishing time had stopped there for a second, and you had not become so cold post that. Wishing things would have turned a better hue, the way you'd wanted them. But then, the pragmatic, justifying, rational, egotistic you thinks, "Good only it never happened. Would have been stupid". But don't you still somewhere secretly desire that the stupidity had happened?
We probably relish memories more than we relished those times in actuality. Memories, then you think, are just a facade. But whatever they are, those times were good, howbeit stupid. You still feel you hadn't become so cold and wordly-wise. That you'd stayed the innocent you, with your innocent dreams, innocent emotions, and innocent love. For once, just for once, you pray, God, get me back there again, make me feel that sweet pain. Just once, a taste of the old life. Probably it wasn't nonsense after all. Probably it was love. Period.
You're probably even seeing someone now. But you could never feel the same way for this person; the way you had felt then. The way you felt sometime back when you crossed the song or the very person. You could probably never fall in LOVE again. Call it a shahrukh khan movie influence, but you do know that of all people who've specially felt about, that one person has been extra-special. That one person you could never forget, but who you wanted to bury under your present life. You've probably never had to make this hard an effort any other time. But ya, one rainfall, and you remember those times, the pure, platonic, innocent, unconditional love. And you are probably a fool if you think, "What a fool I was!" Well, almost everybody's been a fool then. Almost everybody has acted crazy about some person; almost everybody has listened to,and liked those cheesy songs once. And everybody's cried. There's nothing stupid.
Aah, Memories.Yes. You still feel like reliving those emotions when these guys called 'memories' randomly strike you. Of all the thinking about the person you did, of all the palpitating heart, and so on. For once, you feel like going back. Going back, wishing time had stopped there for a second, and you had not become so cold post that. Wishing things would have turned a better hue, the way you'd wanted them. But then, the pragmatic, justifying, rational, egotistic you thinks, "Good only it never happened. Would have been stupid". But don't you still somewhere secretly desire that the stupidity had happened?
We probably relish memories more than we relished those times in actuality. Memories, then you think, are just a facade. But whatever they are, those times were good, howbeit stupid. You still feel you hadn't become so cold and wordly-wise. That you'd stayed the innocent you, with your innocent dreams, innocent emotions, and innocent love. For once, just for once, you pray, God, get me back there again, make me feel that sweet pain. Just once, a taste of the old life. Probably it wasn't nonsense after all. Probably it was love. Period.
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