I have a secret friend who lives with me all the time, who takes
care, of all the times when I’m sad, of all the times when I feel lonely, of all the
times when I’m fighting with a confluence with in my mind.
She sits back patiently taking me back to the times, when
expressions flew genuinely, when people meant what they said and you didn’t
have to get your mind all juggled up, deciphering the difference between what
people said and what they meant.
And at all these times when mind is making a to and fro
motion like a pendulum, this friend of mine comes at my rescue, taking me away from this to that world, from ultimate
conflux to eternal peace. Even though the life
has changed a lot here, still this friend of mine has preserved another life for me, there, in which I was an original version of myself, in
which thoughts flew out swiftly and were received with acceptance and genuine
criticism.
As the times have changed, life was taken its form, from its imaginary
version to the real one, there appears to be a huge conflict between the
two.But this friend of mine, presents me with the talking moments, where pure
thoughts flew all over the place and I was very much the part of the process. And
each talking moment, inspires me to still be the same, as I used to be, even if
the world presents the things to be the other way around a lot of times.
Through this writing I want to thank this friend of mine,
whose name is “memories” and every
single one of my friends, who have made “memories”, the friend of mine so strong
that today, it is keeping me strong and making me stronger as the days pass by.
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