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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

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  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!

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

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

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