This is my first blog and I’m really excited for a new journey ahead and please stick around for more…until then here’s a piece I wrote 2 days ago while the storm was battering our city at 2am…

Memories to fade

It’s the midst of the winter

Lose jackets and sweatshirts
Our hands searched for pockets to hide
Yet we were crazy enough to have ice cream at 10pm
Mornings were about who woke up first and Why ? was the following question

It’s still too hot too get a good sleep
So we roll over from one side to the other…. Texting
It’s 3am
Insecurities laid wide open
Times were good in the past
The present is too harsh
Is what I felt back then too

Suddenly it’s 6pm
The 1st rain of the season starts to drizzle
We run to the canteen
Have rounds of chai over charcha like rounds of shots going around
Chai, chips and biscuits what a odd combo we had
The house of laughter brimmed to capacity
Maybe that’s what we yearn

It’s raining today too and the scent of the soil brought back those memories again
Our laughter caught in pictures and memories
Candid indeed…
Pictures started fading
The memories holding their ground
Even the memories now fading to the background

As time passes away we collect the memories and try treasure them
Memories don’t fade maybe
Maybe the poeple in them fade
The same people we once called our friends
Friends or once our loved ones with a cup tea calling again
But you realize the void just began to grow
Just like the people fading into nothingness

You wake up the next day and realize you are still hungover from those same memories of yesterday
You take a vow not to go down that lane again (but you still do go down that lane)
Because even you know
Somewhere even you start to fade
Memories fade…
So do we …Maybe one fine day….
-N.B