Skip to main content

The Drift

As I traveled down the memory lane
I realised something which was shocking and terrifying
I was like reading different stories
Stories involving different characters 
Stories depicting different places
Stories featuring different circumstances
Different ending. 
Sometimes happy
Sometimes sad
Sometimes incomplete
The only things constant in the story
Was me
The pain after every story
The smile after every moment
The sense of loneliness
The feeling of loss
Nothing was a permanent part of me
They just came
Played their part
And then moved on
It is nice to have changes
But only changes can be threatening
I always wonder how my life would be
If  it was a novel
With constant characters
And different emotions
Maybe then I would get a hold
And stop the drift

Comments

  1. madhanMay 8, 2015 at 7:57 AM

    Nothing is permanent in life

    ReplyDelete
  2. Brendan DabhiMay 8, 2015 at 11:37 PM

    I got the sense that is depicted in the movie Pacific Rim where you drift with the machine and have to hold on or you can get lost in nostalgia. Very powerful feeling that!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Sunita SriramMay 8, 2015 at 11:46 PM

    Yes VJ...nostalgia can be very painful at times!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Rock to Sculpture

Every person we meet creates an impact on us. The way the impact works is quite surprising. Sometimes the impact created by a stranger is more than the impact by a close friend. I always consider life as a block of coal or a big piece of rock. The journey from Coal to diamond or Rock to sculpture takes a lot of time and can also be painful. It does not happen with a single person or with a single incidence. The conversation process is continuous and can happen till our last breath. We get better and better with age and experience. I have never managed to understand when a person reaches his best. Maybe the level is unattainable. Still changes, both ups and downs happen throughout our lives. I remember an innocent hyper girl who wore sensitivity on her sleeve. The smallest spark was enough to set her on fire. She was on the extreme of emotions. The emotions can range from Happiness, sorrow, loneliness and anger. Still the emotions controlled her and stole her sleep many nights. ...
10 comments
Read more

Hey Ocean, Here I come

If you could plan your death, how would you plan it? #PlanUrDeath  This is a very interesting thought. The thought itself is enough to chill our bones. Death is something which is beyond our control. It is the unconquered kingdom. It is something which we cannot predict nor decide. It happens in its own phase, in its own time and in its own style. Still given as a chance. It would be the most exciting and interesting event to plan.  My death will be combination of the things I love. I would try to make it as interesting as possible.  Goodbyes are very important to me. It gives a proper ending to our life. The problem with death is we never have time for good bye. The person suddenly disappears leaving a vacuum behind. This leaves the loved ones feeling lost. I will write a proper goodbye to all the important friends and enemies. Sometimes the people who make us cry are the people who has created a great impact on them. I would try to forgive the people who have hurt...
4 comments
Read more

Am I Special?

Our world revolves around us most of the time. That does not mean we do not care about the people around us. Our care and affection come back to our likes and dislikes. There is not a lot of difference between a selfish and a sensitive person. Both of them act on their ideologies and thoughts, and their actions ultimately make them happy. But we do categorise them based on their impact on the surrounding. Is it right to define a person by their actions? Is asking for exhibit personal whims and fancies a colossal mistake? What defines right and wrong? Unfortunately, the line between right and wrong is too blurry and wavy. The meaning differs with context and continent. Some days, I feel insensitive and self-centred, and the only emotion that I could feel is pain and disappointment. The anger destroys me, and I fight to retain my humanity. The remaining days, I feel guilty for my thoughts. As a human and as a member of the social ecosystem, I am expected to follow specific protocols and...
Post a Comment
Read more