11 o'clock, a time when all our senses were supposed to be
in motion. The blood within the veins beneath the skin was supposed to be
rushing carrying oxygen around the body. But today, it's at peace. All the
senses were calmed down,as there was nothing to do. It seemed as if a cruiser
suited on highways were now forced on an untarred road. Aah, what a fate.
Lazily, giving my fingers a little exercise scrolled down the insta stories,
the only time killer these days.
The post which caught my eye, it made me think and here's an abstract of what I think. The post had to be given a thought. This time of social distancing brought back a lot of memories,often with a pain within. 23 years have gone by, everything was supposed to change and had changed a lot more than imagined. I'm here looking back with an ache, unable to do anything.
The journey was a series of falls, series of wins and losses. Those old days where I had no other world than the one which had my father being the super hero. He being the shoulder to cry, the spoon of food, the play partner, the babysitter, the horse, the elephant and the list unending.
The world was a delight, when the little being was innocent enough to cry aloud Mamaaa, when she was the one who had hurt. Moments were delightful. Today if one feels cemented beneath mud, remember life isn't unfair always. There were moments which filled hearts and if one notices, the memories fill them even now. One is on the line plotted on the graph. Watch out it's surely going to rise in a matter of time.
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