Time slows down in our dreams,and getting back to senses we get the shocking realisation that what felt like days were actually only a few mins. And then we get the feeling that we're might forget it. We dont want to let go. and as the cherished memory and the sensation fades off, we try with all our might to cling to it.
The whole of December feels like a dream .It feels so unreal now- when I'm reminiscing those moments. How did a month get over so quickly? I dont want those wonderful memories to fade away...
When I was there, I used to think that this is it. This is THE life changing experience.This is the inspiration,the dream I was looking for.But now all that seems so distant.
Its baffling how soon I have forgotten London and the spirit it espoused. How I have reverted to my old self. I know I had changed while I was there. I had grown. In one month, I had touched the tip of an ocean..An ocean which had inspired writers,great leaders,artists and intellectuals.I had breathed an air of fresh life.Now it feels like I was just under a spell. I am back at square one. Slowly melded back in the milieu, the same environment, gone back to the same behaviour, got caught up in the rat race.
I listen to the music I associate with that month and I fall in a trance.I feel like it reignites that flame in some small corner within me.and I try to preserve it as long as I can.
I miss London. and I miss the person I was while I was there.
The whole of December feels like a dream .It feels so unreal now- when I'm reminiscing those moments. How did a month get over so quickly? I dont want those wonderful memories to fade away...
When I was there, I used to think that this is it. This is THE life changing experience.This is the inspiration,the dream I was looking for.But now all that seems so distant.
Its baffling how soon I have forgotten London and the spirit it espoused. How I have reverted to my old self. I know I had changed while I was there. I had grown. In one month, I had touched the tip of an ocean..An ocean which had inspired writers,great leaders,artists and intellectuals.I had breathed an air of fresh life.Now it feels like I was just under a spell. I am back at square one. Slowly melded back in the milieu, the same environment, gone back to the same behaviour, got caught up in the rat race.
I listen to the music I associate with that month and I fall in a trance.I feel like it reignites that flame in some small corner within me.and I try to preserve it as long as I can.
I miss London. and I miss the person I was while I was there.
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