Our past has a tendency to call us back. If only we could turn back the clock...
After a long time, I visited my home town and memories of my childhood came flooding back – A time when we played with friends and without any worry.
Every day that I spent there was a joy. I visited my favourite haunts, the ground on which I played as a child, and my school, but I was alone. And as I grow older I feel like comparing myself to a spacecraft that detaches its components as it goes deeper into space. Is this how life is too?
I thought of getting info of those who made me happy. I never understood it was necessary to keep in touch and take care of relationships during childhood. I searched for many and found a few, thanks to social networking sites.
But I was particularly eager to find a special person, a girl from Std VII. She made my days at school wonderful and I hated the weekends as I couldn’t see her. Now, everything is gone. If I knew that I was going to be working like this and leading a dull life, I would have enjoyed my childhood better.
I wish my life had a reverse button, but it is impossible. Now I know to never let go of people who make me happy; Live every moment with them to make happy memories.
The writer is a working professional.