Momories

Memories and old feelings seem to be coming to the surface for reason not very clear to me. Where are these memories coming from? Where and why are they hidden in-between? With these memories on my mind, I feel like connecting to my roots. Sometimes it feels as if I have simply left my roots somewhere and there will never be any connection with them but whenever the old memories surface – my desire to go back to my root too become alive.

We do a lot of things and come across a lot of people – after a while they are become memories. We forget memories but it seems memories don’t forget us. Memories are just like our computers – each memory is packed in a path and a file. They are hidden until the file is not clicked open.

Living away from your country sometimes makes these memories to tick more than usual. There are times that you want to discuss something with someone but you don’t know whom do you want to discuss with and what. You need somebody to whom you can connect – 100% without any reason and without any purpose. You feel like having somebody who can hear your silence and can speak to you without opening lips.

I wish to visit them and wish they visit me; I wish to write to them and wish they write to me; I wish to make a telephone call and wish they call me – but who are these people that I am wishing for?

Memories kept coming and I kept waking up in the middle of the night. I do not remember the days, I do not remember the dates or years but some fade memories kept me up. I don’t even remember the complete incidents – I think this is the beauty of forgotten memories.