It wasn't as easy to spend this weekend in the grilling summer heat of Delhi. All alone in my room with books, computer and that single piece of cigarette which I found in some corner. It wasn't as hot as it was during the day; but one could feel a sudden irritation from the changing climate.
I may not remember last night's stroll all alone through the lanes of my posh colony where I live here in the capital; but the past memories flash back like freshness in the humid air. Last year during these very same days I was in a different phase of adulthood; experiencing the best days of my teens.
I may not remember last night's stroll all alone through the lanes of my posh colony where I live here in the capital; but the past memories flash back like freshness in the humid air. Last year during these very same days I was in a different phase of adulthood; experiencing the best days of my teens.
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Home; was hardly where I could be found those days! I was in love with life and wandered all around the city in darkness and in bright light. The time never changed; nor did the places I visited.
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It was fun to walk miles with a smile all around my teeth those days; I had begun to leave my lazy routine. It was for good. The stroll through the woods or the silent roads late evening was what I looked forward to each day. Wonder why it wasn't damn tiring even to walk kilometers together!
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It was fun to walk miles with a smile all around my teeth those days; I had begun to leave my lazy routine. It was for good. The stroll through the woods or the silent roads late evening was what I looked forward to each day. Wonder why it wasn't damn tiring even to walk kilometers together!
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The heat could hardly bother my mind and soul. The markets, food-stalls, shops, lawns etc. all were so full of life. Can't forget the coffee we shared so often. Money, which had always been a problem; as I hardly earned; never came in way somehow.
And, after 12 months I long for those days. I wonder what happened to those chappals, which we used to wear each day; which made us walk those miles after miles. I stare at them like never before. Momories crash in like never before. Have the lawns, markets, and the shops changed their course ? And, What about that Coffee we shared, I wonder!
I can still smell the fragrance, which filled the air and held me forever.
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Though I still can't recollect much of last night's walk; inside me thoughts juggle among themselves.
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The heat is at its peak; and it's again uncomfortable to move and live. I close my eyes and think of that freshness in humid air. Its still there; here close to me; forever.
After a while I get up with a shudder; only to find myself in a dream... the dream so true..! The Cigarette smoke can still me smelled in the room.
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I put on my blanket; to sleep again; the weekend is about to end...
13 comments:
Well who knew you could get so senti over a pair of chappals! But I guess there is more to it than just that... isn't it?
:) It is nostalgia which gets the better of us most often... but me being me couldn't help writing this: stay away from cigs! They are not to be romanticised however the world may put it through; and this was a good enough piece of poesy without 'em :)
i love d way uve written mr.hmpph...it comes straight frm d heart.. keep up d good wrk !!
well written:) transports one to the days just outof college and entering LIFE...
and its exactly that, the threshold :)
but chill, you'll still get chappals, and friends..and who knows mebbe the odd ciggi too:)
and the activist is fast turning into a writer with the dream like distant quality in his writings.its nice...and yes stay away from cigs!
u doing good bac, as usual proud to see ur writings, crisp and simple though they still make the reader wonder and look within.
i am how ever not v happy, sorry for havin a bad influence on u. my fault i apologise, dont be naive to ask fr what.. u know. and yes i am upset, sorry again.
Hey Aditya,
Walking down the memory lane with Chappals! good show.
Cheers,
Vikas
hmm...nostalgia..amidst SUTTA smoke..well i would suggest you to do away with the sutta...in dreams as well!!!!well despite the mature activist u are, u cant hide ur juvenile self,haan...it will take over always .....many many years to go by till u metamorphosize into the lacklustre life of geriatric population like me.....keep going....enjoy!!!!
Listen to this song by Take That- Like I Never Loved You At All.
mailed you the lyrics!
PS: why this word verification? such a pain!
Hummmm..... It's that phase which all of us experience at some point in life.. especially during late teens, when life is most uncertain. But why do we fear uncertainity so much... I wonder!!!
nostalgia nostalgia nostalgia..
wonder wht set u off on this track? even u walk on road as if u r day dreaming boy!!
wake up! ;)
on a serious note..
i like the way u write.. almost like an extension to ur thought process.. which can literally be heard!! nice! :)
garmi mein blanket?? :O
lol...neway....nicely done
"time never changed; nor did the places I visited."
i liked this one though....tu badal gaya adi....main kehta tha na....lol
its always good to think back in time and see where we have come - what we have learnt, what we have gained (or lost) and what could be done better. but i am sure varun kaul already knows all that - he is just reminding us!! In a very artistic way :-)
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