R- Remembrance #AtoZChallenge


Goodbyes are very difficult. But it was necessary. I remember looking a second longer than necessary. That piercing stare is something which I get in my dreams at times. The affection was present, from years. It showed itself deeper, as I was leaving and I realised that it was love. My first love. A part of my soul was left there. My life has been carved, because of the move I made that day. I stole another look, as I was turning in the corner of the street. All I saw was a blurry outline, mostly covered by a mango tree.


I took some time, but slowly started enjoying myself. New freedom meant more and newer options to choose from. Initially, everything reminded me of the past love, but slowly with time, I stopped thinking so much. All feelings dilute with time, so did mine. I moved on, or so I thought. My friends tried to help me but they knew I wasn’t ready. Without a need of words, they understood my pain and helped me by letting it stay. I didn’t generally think of that time after a while. Newer feelings made their presence felt and the nostalgia hit only when I was specifically reminded of that topic. Slowly, I was feeling alright, in spite of the initial pain of separation.

A few years later, when an article in the newspaper reminded me of that place, I simply smiled. It did not remind me of the parting and the circumstances. All I thought was about the good old times when life was simpler and I was happier. That's when I figured, loving meant not possessing, but cherishing.

I made an appointment and visited there later when I was in the city. The house I grew up, with a lot of happy memories, I was there again. A part of me is defined by my life in that house. My first love, I remember all the memories from there. No matter where I shifted, how many houses I bought later, the first home I had, it remains the most special of all.


The nostalgia would hurt for a while, but I loved the reunion. When I got back to bed that night, all I could wish was to have the future experiences just as wonderful as the first one.



Comments

  1. That is such a heartfelt post.. I felt my own feelings bubbling up. I also feel the same when I am away from my home for a long time, and when I come back..its like riding a bike. You remember things :)
    Thanks for sharing!

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    Regards,
    Pikakshi
    Readers of the Night

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  2. Beautifully written! Loved this line 'loving meant not possessing, but cherishing.'

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