Sunday, February 1, 2009

so many yesterdays....from dusk till twilight...yet the memory's still fresh

Today, I dont know why,but I suddenly thought of our high school graduation party: st.xavier's burdwan, isc 2005. Don't ask me what exactly i thought or how exactly I felt....but I somehow stumbled across a lot of stuff which I had no idea where they came from! I could just remember that last song playing as we lingered over the last few seconds of our wonder years, and it suddenly occured to me what it was all about:“All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.”

“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.”

“I guess sometimes the ground can shift between your feet. Sometimes your footing slips. You stumble. And sometimes you grab what's close to you and hold on as tight as you can.”

“Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes who stays in our memories forevermore."

As I visualised that night, five years ago,I was beginning to wonder what were we thinking at that precise moment? For only the images of our slow dancing bodies were clear to me, the emotions were still blurred! No sooner had I begun to ponder the depths of my memoirs to look for what I was missing that it occured to me, what else could we have thought? what else could we have wished, than to close our eyes and wish that the slow music would never end?

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