Those days… where have they gone?
Those beautiful long drives in the night, with a hint of romance. Scared to go home late, feeling bad to leave this enchanting moment.
Tastiest biryani’s and all new experiment in every restaurant we could walk into, we would talk, talk and talk as if the world will end tomorrow and that excitement in which we would share things as and when it happened. I would always start with “you know whatttttt….”
Every Sunday Bangalore would be most profitable coz we bought n number of fruit juice, snacks, biryanis, movies and shopping.
Those movies we saw, did we even know we went for the sake of watching? I would not answer that question. Popcorns we had.. We have spilled more pop corn than actually ate. It was like we would go to movies only for intervals and popcorn
Those fights we had… the fight will be of the silliest reason but to resolve it would take hours and hours through night and day and I believe the telecom companies profit at this single aspect on their earnings.
Online 24/7 was the kind of relationship.. And not sharing the simplest thing for the day is a sin in both the cases.
A flower will bring smiles; a chocolate will bring giggles and love. A ‘love you’ brings the meaning for that day’s living.
A small trip will mean freedom, being kids again, understanding life more together, giving those small gifts to say Christmas is all year.
The name on the phone screen flashes ‘calling’ and my heart would pound fast, smile on my lips and ‘off’ goes the current world out of sight. When it’s U its only U and nobody or nothing else is first.
When we tried to lie parents, the innocence, the fear of getting caught … how bad can it get to be today?
Travelling city to city for each other, one holiday is all we need to dream to see each other, to keep reminding ourselves on things to talk and share.
Feelings of sadness every time we have to leave, when again would we meet again to talk, to share, to fight ?
Life was not at all fair for those limited mobile balances, time restriction to talk, limited time to spend with each other.
We would dream about staying together as a family, it would seem like a princess story and ending happily ever after. We wanted to belong to that fairy tale.
And today I sit and remember all those moments, OH GOSH! It was a wonderful part of my life and I never get to live like that again.
Who said its only college days that we miss later in life, these initial beautiful days of love also never come again even if you end up marrying the same person.
What is life today?
Work 24/7, phone calls only to inform ‘I will be late’, go out only if only any occasion calls for it, going out for a movie is no more for fun or pop corn it’s now a calendar event, when was the last time I heard someone loves me?, I am the reason for airtel’s losses, now fights are very short coz we are getting late for office, now flowers come only if ordered for somebody’s occasion, birthdays become ‘oh I have to buy some gift’ kind of an event, anniversaries become ‘here comes another expense’ kind of obligation, pick up and drop facility now passed on to auto bhaiyyas and meru uncles, not keeping well is now ‘you can manage right?’…
Why do we have to dream? Why do we need to fight the world for it? Why do we get all that happiness when being in love and been loved? Why does that go away so fast? Will it ever come back again? Or is it all lost like those old college days?
We all need answers, answers to our own hearts….
