Monday, 26 October 2020

Throwback to boyhood

As the days are passing by an invisible mist of gloominess seems to be engulfing me slowly. I envy the days that gone by, the memories that linger in mind often takes me back to the time of my boyhood. I am at manhood now, full of distress and gloom. Despite having all the pleasure that a man needs to have to enjoy life, I still lack something very passionately. The days are same, as the sun still rises in the east and sets in west and the moon moves slowly in the heart of the blue sky in a dark night. There is still the Crickets are chirping in the dark night in a deep forest that I had once witnessed long ago in my boyhood. Although all are same as before but the time has changed everything for my perception that are all around me now.

I crave desperately to live my bygone days with family and friends once more, but life has its own choice to pours upon me. The school that I visited in my childhood still vivid in my memory, the friends, teachers and classroom, all are companions of my memories in the contemporary days. Seeing the kids playing around without a carefree mind invokes my own days that I left behind. I do not envy the young kids, I rather feel happy for their life that they are living. I try to latch onto their happiness to forget my sorrow for a while. In the wintery evening when cold wraps with its shivering touch that is all around, I still rewind to my young days when after having spent the afternoon at the ground I used to study without a willing mind.

Time has changed not for me but for all. As a rule of time we have to accept the changes that time brings in with time. I somehow find myself in a jigsaw that pushes me to enjoy life from a different perspective that has emotion at its pick. I know it very well that with the time passing by there shall be new days when I may also loose many of my close ones as a rule of life. Like a shooting star which too shatters according to the rule of life, we the human begin too have to fade away from the earth forever when the time finally arrives.

 

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