Friday, May 11, 2012


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.  

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