I have lead a nomadic existence..from living abroad
with my parents to returning back to my home town..and off to
Jaipur..Ahmedabad..Pune..and now back abroad again. It may sound strange but I
carry the essence of all those places and feel connected to each and every one
of them.
The things that irritated me, the places and people I
disliked, all take on a new dimension once I leave. Remembering the people I
avoided for whatever reason brings a smile to my face, there's a feeling of
warmth even in things that left me irritated. The mundane life I lead in my
hometown, the loneliness I experienced in Jaipur, the frustrations and
struggle of Ahmedabad, and Pune’s traffic and hectic life..looking back, none
of it seems what it did earlier. Maybe it is because deep down we can
never really let go of our yesterdays. Places change, people change, situations
change..but the one permanent thing in our life is our memories that stay
buried deep down in our heart only to emerge at random moments, sometimes
making us happy and sometimes making us sad.
However much we deny, we all like to live in our pasts. The
present is what we’re going through, and the future is unknown. The past and
its memories are the only treasure that no one can deny us of.
