It's Late winter night...the sound of keyboard is interrupted by gush of cold wind and my fingers appeal for respite ...
from past few nights, I have had enough of bad coffee but i dare 2 make one again and then I open the social network website..;)
with mind still engrossed in work ..I sit back watching my old friends...new faces with known names.....
slowly i recognize myself among one of them...I see me.. busy with my friends playing games
and my mind now takes a seat in theatre of memories...every second now i sink in nostalgia and happiness cascades in my mind
surprised that the delight of togetherness preserves unlike the colors of these pictures that fades with time
I wish to see those mornings and live those evenings again..and play with my friends until it goes dark..
Someday I wish to hug my friends and tell them that I miss their smiles and I miss their lark..
slowly..i return to my room. in split seconds I realize the days gone by and the hour spent in reminiscence
soon i am back to work..my bad coffee is cold now and I love to sip it in warmth of reminiscence
from past few nights, I have had enough of bad coffee but i dare 2 make one again and then I open the social network website..;)
with mind still engrossed in work ..I sit back watching my old friends...new faces with known names.....
slowly i recognize myself among one of them...I see me.. busy with my friends playing games
and my mind now takes a seat in theatre of memories...every second now i sink in nostalgia and happiness cascades in my mind
surprised that the delight of togetherness preserves unlike the colors of these pictures that fades with time
I wish to see those mornings and live those evenings again..and play with my friends until it goes dark..
Someday I wish to hug my friends and tell them that I miss their smiles and I miss their lark..
slowly..i return to my room. in split seconds I realize the days gone by and the hour spent in reminiscence
soon i am back to work..my bad coffee is cold now and I love to sip it in warmth of reminiscence
This is great Keshav.. Thank you for sharing this blog, reminded me of the sweet moments I spent with my school and college friends.
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memories probably are the best of 'things'. You may make one for yourself, sooner or later you start gifting it back to yourselves. The good part is you don't need any intrusion here. One is just enough for oneself, the quicker we realize the better it is. Beautiful Sir, keep writing!
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