On a late summer evening, while riding my bike and feeling the breeze under my hand, I came to a realization….
I had arranged my memories like rocks on a piece of cloth and just lifted the cloth up in one swift motion. And yet, even when it felt like the rocks had left the cloth’s embrace, hit the ground and shattered into pieces, they stood exactly where I had put them. Perhaps, memories stay intact exactly at the place you had created them. Perhaps, grounded like a tree in that exact place, they await you to rediscover them all over again – in a new light.
Ish Kish Mish