The photo frame...

*This post is not about me*

*Its entirely fictitious*

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There was something so peculiar about it that I could not get my eyes off it once I chose to look at it for a very small while. It had something captivating, or so I felt. I remember now, it was a gift, an old gift, a cherishable one, a beautiful one. It had a story tagged to it; I so much remember everything now. It was gifted by a college friend. And today when I’m looking at it, all the memories come back flooding. I feel so overwhelmed by the moment. But at the same time, I feel trapped, trapped because I am getting deluged into a marshy land of emotions and feelings; I seem to have fallen deep down the memory lane.

The picture in the photo frame caught me in its trap. It reminded me of all the beautiful memories of my life, my college life. It was after college ended that I realized what I had lost. I so much want to attend lectures today, but I CAN’T!!

I can feel the sadness that is creeping in slowly, and how amazing it is that one picture can take you back to a different world, a world when there weren’t many tensions in life, where enjoyment meant enjoyment, where a mass bunk would bring tremendous joy, where exam preparations were more fun than the exams. Just a random click on a very normal day would later bring tears in eyes and a smile on my face, I had never thought!

I now remember the day the picture in the photo frame was clicked, it was a random click. The occasion was birthday of a very dear friend of mine, and while all of us were busy applying cake on the face of the birthday boy, this click was clicked.

Today when I look at this photo, I feel guilty, feel guilty of not being in touch with them, with my college mates who made me realize life is beautiful and we are stronger than we seem and better than we think. I feel guilty of not going that extra mile to make an effort to stay in touch. I just let it be, I let situations and circumstances take control of me. I feel guilty for succumbing to the proceedings of life. I feel guilty of following the school of thought that says, “Everyone gets busy in the routine life and friends are merely chapters in the book called Life”.

But the photo frame and the picture has re-iterated the fact that if you want something to stay with you forever, you need to take the first step, the second and so on, while the number of steps taken by you depends on how badly you want to be glued to those things/people.

I feel light-hearted now having penned down everything I felt straight from the heart. Hoping that life would give me a breather for some time, I set out my journey to find those good old moments which can only be procured from the good old treasure I found years back, FRIENDS!

P.S: This post was written by me for The Viewspaper. You can also find this post here.