Fringes of the past
Sometimes while sitting on computer, with fingers moving on
the keyboard, with no just no background, I get flashes of scenes running in my
past, appearing very vivid before my eyes. I even feel the pleasure,
attraction, excitement, grief, disappointment that I had felt at that very
moment.
I just got the flash of that winter night of 9th
February, 2008, seeing myself dancing on Punjabi beats, and mom, and a lot of
other females dressed in gaudy clothes and jewellery, clapping and smiling and
singing, circling around me, laughing, cheering me up, girls whistling, Bhaiyya
making faces at me in fun . I could even
hear the music played, kids giggling around and door bells ringing, vehicles
honking, passersby staring and street lights twinkling from the widow.
I see myself in blue shirt and blue jeans, showing off my
bangles and anklets, my hair bouncing with every step of my dance steps, my heart thumping with joy
and mind, so much at peace to feel that all near and dear ones around me were
happy, well, and alright as I was happy.
And, in that deep corner of my heart, sat that thing, that I
lost forever- Love for life.
