Sunday, March 8, 2009

Lavender memories..


Memories... Some vividly alive, some faded. Some slipping away, replaced by newer ones. Some still holding on, fighting against time, awaiting their passage into oblivion, to be lost forever. Moments captured in a frame, staring back at us, as if mocking at the attempt. So many stories, lived, breathed, forgotten...Some in shades of gray, some in color... Each enclosing a different tale.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

If tomorrow ever comes...

Its been an extremely ordinary day today. And i wasn't even planning to write anything at all. The only highlight of the day has been the few hours i spent with my friends having a good time. Its moments like these which makes me wonder how blessed one is to be surrounded by friends. But this is not what prompted me to write something.

We had stopped by a shop and i was waiting for my friend to complete her payment by the counter. As i listlessly looked around, my eyes rested on a particular table in the food court behind me which was thriving with people on a Sunday evening. Seated on this table was an elderly couple, who had probably found their place in the crowd of seemingly unsure people, heading towards an equal uncertainty. Nothing out of the ordinary if you ask me. My gaze would have wandered off, but what followed caught my attention. I saw the elderly gentleman lovingly feed a morsel of food to the lady. And i saw the elderly lady blush with a shyness of a newly wed bride. Oblivious to the world around, they had found a world of their own.

This simple loving gesture set my mind racing, making me wonder about a lot of things. Now that i am at a stage in life looking for companionship, i wonder if i would live to see and experience such a day in my life too. I wonder if there would be moments where we would look back and still feel the warmth of the bygone days, of the many seasons, of love and laughter, of tears and pain, of the struggles to race ahead, of the longings to stay behind, all interwoven to create a beautiful tapestry to call ours. I wonder if i will live to find those moments in a lifetime or find my lifetime in those moments.....