Smtimes...

Smtimes you jus visit a place.. n smtimes u visit ur memories, relive the moments.. cherish the experience…. Small details become the highlight…. When you grow up.. you realise that the past experiences, certain thgs which were “jus another day” would b a tale to tell…. its lik my school, my college, my bench, my old home, my playground, everythg becomes personlised.. kinda a tag to it…. We know, that now smone else is using it, still the “my” thg.. isn’t easy to let go… a strong sense of belonging.. each time I relive my life thru these memory lanes.. the ppl, the environment, the time.. all that runs thru ur head.. n wht does it do…. The best thg is.. it brings a smile on ur face..!! n yaa its not necessary that only happy moments are re collected, there are tears shared, there are mishaps re lived, sm traumas to it as well…. smthg lik learning to ride a bicycle, it has the first time thg to it.. my very own bicycle… ohhh n how will I forget my first fist fight, after falling while learning to ride…….. crazy was I then.. but its now all smiles.. I remember, writing essay was a big thing, a topic given.. lil discussed.. n then told to write… it was a bit of experience, a lil imagination, n sm ideas induced.. we had many diverse topics n it was a task then.. but while writing this, I felt that wasn’t it an effort to re collect moments n jot it down.. an effort to make us aware of situations and tryin to analyse them… if I start doin that now, may b I’ll have a different perspective towards thgs, situations, ppl, n above all myself…