The story so far...
In your life you meet people, some you never think about again, some you wonder what happened to them, there are some that you wonder if they ever think about you and then there are some you wish you never had to think about again … but you do.
~The Wonder Years
It's perhaps that time of the year or night,
where ghosts of time pause in their flight,
Ghosts of past,present and future come together,
and write the story of my life.
• The way I would come home from school and hug my Mom and her scent - warm, pure, all milk and honey and the way it used to feel and still does - safe and secure.• The time when I saw a rainbow for the first time, it was mesmerising.• Days spent in blissful ignorance and full of innocence; where 'playtime' ruled everything else.• Nestling in the crook of Dad's arm and listening to his warm, deep voice spinning stories on lazy afternoons.• Winters that would be forever associated with red cardigans • School- the silliness, naughtiness,pettiness and the beauty of those years.• Summer vacations and the warmth of my grandmother's love • The wonderful times spent with a best friend.• Swimming in the summer under wide blue skies and the air filled with the chatter of other kids.• Chickenpox and ice-cream • Sitting on a swing and going higher and higher,my feet touching the sky and back • Lying on my back and watching the play of sunlight on the dark,wooden ceiling • Summer nights spent under twinkling stars • Being shy, being awkward and the first crush • Life-confusing, at times turbulent and still wonderful, like a topsy-turvy dream.
• Best friend who was not a best friend anymore - the pain, the hurt and the letting go • D,the girl from school who tracked me down - it felt good to know that she had been thinking about me all these years, it felt good to be remembered.• The day I got my first job • Falling in love for the first time, the joy and the wonder of it. • Getting married and the mix of feelings on that day - it was overwhelming • All the days spent with Y and how the heart begs for more and the days never seem to be enough • Days of fun with my classmates, the camraderie, the fun and warmth of it and all too soon, it will be time for this to be in the past.
• The excitement and the anticipation that a new job brings, • Living in a new place, new people, new experiences and hopefully, more friends.• Life, as it promises to get only busier and busier and to think that there was a time, in the not so distant past, when it was slow, laidback and nothing was working out.
The tapestry of my life so far - woven tightly in the past, holding on to the present and reaching out towards the future. It is a struggle at times, to change for the better and not for the worse, to let go and not be bitter and to cradle life's experiences, whether good or bad and carve out something better from them. I hope I become a better person than I am now and life is enriching and more fulfilling and on days when I look back, I continue to be overwhelmed with scents, sounds, touch and textures of the past, richly spilling onto the present and the future.
This post was inspired by Charles Dickens' 'The Christmas Carol'