Walking down the crowded street, watching different types of people juggling their way out, I try to step aside & ponder.
Every person has their story and their set of experiences, and in some way or the other they get connected to us. It could be as simple as an acquaintance on the road where their simple smile could brighten up my day, making me cherish their presence till they blemish in my memories. Or it could be as complex as getting caught by my father’s friend when I try to experience my first puff of cigarette amid the crowded street. These memories start flying back to me as I re-join the crowd, trying to find a face familiar to whom I have seen before.
To my displeasure I couldn’t find a single one, but I did have a new set of people who left a mark on my memory, willing to be cherished for their sheer presence.
“ It’s not always right to expect the past to repeat but the essence of life depends on what the present is putting up on offer. So let’s cherish the life as it comes.”