Memories Of Past- Pain or Soothe?

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 Dear readers,

This is me penning down my thoughts at the last hour of the present year. Well I can hear the cacophony of beats, music and picture people doing all sorts of celebrations but I choose to reflect on the past. When my whole family is off for a picnic to Puri, I lay down on my couch and the reminiscences of the gone year pays a visit to my pensive inward eye. 


People say sweet 16 is all enjoyment but huh? For me it was a period of unwanted transition. It was only March when I was sleeping with my parents but the reality seems to be a distant past. Time is ebbing away like a receding tide that will never return to the shore. I still get smitten when I pass the gate of my old school. Sometimes my soul wanders to the bygone carefree days when I would be eating the roadside manchurian with my boy gang and we would beat our brains to find silly reasons to cover up the reality at home. These things do appear trivial but I only know how my heart fills with pleasure and dances with the cherished souvenir of the past. 

But the grim reality is that time  changes everything except something within us that is surprised by change. I sometimes do ponder, “Is such a change necessary? Does it bother my friends too? Why can’t I move on?” I always find my soul struggling to accept the new changes. It is choking and anguishes my heart. 








But then there I remember the Shakespeare quote,” All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” That is what we call life, ain’t we? People might come and go but the memories will always remain in the deepest chambers of my heart. I am sure that these memories will bring  a smile on my face after twenty years of my existence whenever I languidly sit alone or in silence with my other half whom I am yet to meet.The lines of Robert Frost, “The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep and miles to go before my sleep” act as a soothing balm for the aching soul of mine.

Yours own,

Diksha...

(P.S: You can watch this small song on Youtube which is close to my heart. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fq34Zy0s1mA&list=RDMM6r8r7zpUQQU&index=2
This link is for "NEVER GROW UP SONG" By Taylor Swift.)

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