How complicated are situations. When we break away from your daily schedule, and meet strange old and new friends, how situations unravel themselves, and how conversations take tun and twist. All that you wonder is how am I here?
But then at the same time, these new twisting conversations also make you compel to answer, what often we don't even talk to ourselves, rather shy away from there. Well! If its about how does it help you, then not really much, but makes you more open for the next set of conversations with strange new people whom you may call as friends.
In between these conversations, some times your lost in the nostalgic past. Or we tour ourselves with the amazing past we had, rather we even peep in to our bedroom scenes which have become chapters of history. And then you remember the bitter sweet memories of some other love, in another moment. When we are lost with the going on situations, we often tend to transcend ourselves on a flight of nostalgia and some times even past epics.
Some times you just need to let your hair down, and immerse in the moment, then however strange it may be. Just like listening to a nostalgic song, that evokes the empty spaces devoid of love and hold a strangers hand, the entwined fingers, and the warmth of little happiness if not love actually.
Why do new people, tend to take us to our past? Or is it that we are trying to look for our past in the present? Or is it just that we need someone, who can fill the spaces that past left unfilled. I guess it is the latter one, atleast on a positive note, filling the empty space with love and serenity. Which at this stage seems devoid of all that we yearn for unconditional love.
But then along with these, there is also the heart that physically beats and actually vacillates from feelings and fringes. It has been hurt and ruined, whenever it tried to accommodate anyone in it. People stayed for some time, made an Utopian world in it, and even destroyed the world, with pain and agony. Is this heart that after hard efforts forgotten the Utopian world, creating another one or has dreamt for one? But, is even scared what if blank spaces widen themselves in the hope of filling them and what if, history recreates those chapters with more pages at length. The struggle of love, friendship and relations that we cannot name, vacillate, interact, and conflict among themselves when we meet new strange people.
And certain questions that eventually pop up. Do I still love that person? Will these people too, just misjudge me? Will I ever find some one to fill those spaces? Or is even the move to fill those spaces incorrect? And All I do is unwrap the chocolate which the person whom I loved the most gave me months back, and I look at it, thinking about him, and people whom I just met!
On a good note……..I still hope that spaces will be filled and love will blossom
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