Memories

The sunlight that flitted in through the slits and landed on my face was just as refreshing as the first cup of tea in the morning. The evening wind blew softly, yet strongly enough to be felt all over. Like the touch of a smooth silken scarf.

The wind, coupled with the velvety glow of the advancing twilight that shone like a one stroke masterpiece, was resplendent. Mother Nature was at her luxurious best, giving those of us who've always admired her, more and more reasons to stay awestruck.  As I sat there, on the ridiculously dusty floor, cross legged and listening to whatever songs shuffle was treating me to, I felt this awesome beauty taking me down memory lane.

The songs that were playing belonged to a playlist I made in the final months of college. I was taken back to that time, where we were done with classes and the remaining days and nights were spent playing cards, cramming in as much quality time as possible, creating new memories and bonding with those whom we were not that close previously. You could say that our activities had intensified towards the end, like the brightness of the dying candle.

Sometimes it’s a couple of songs and sometimes it’s a specific song, but all of them form associations with our brain as to what each one or a set of them represent.  It doesn't matter how we reproduce these songs. It could a whistle, a hum or the wisp of a musical thought, but they bring back certain memories, pertaining to people or life changing situations. Mostly they wash me over with happiness and sometimes, leave me cold, wanting nothing more than just skipping ahead to the next one.

However, there’s a catch with these happy memories. In many cases, all we’ll have is the memory and nothing else from that time to hold on to or no person to hang out with or talk to. This engulfs a person in sadness. But the flip-side to this is, hope. These memories give us a peek into the past showing us how happy we were and that lends massive hope. That it had happened before and can certainly happen again and that the balance will be restored once again.

The wind was blowing hard as I stared into the magnificent twilight sky and reveled in its dusky majesty. With a broken smile on my face, I turned around, kicked up a cloud of dust and walked away towards the screams of being called in for dinner, knowing that even though all the nostalgia reminds me of everything I held dear to me and everything I lost, it never fails to bring me back to life.