Nostalgia is the sweetest kind of pain. Memories come gushing back and stand in front of you, frozen...and you long to touch them and feel the chill in the scorching heat of the present. When you try to reach out, with that deep heavy longing, the frozen moments melt at an instant of slight touch leaving you completely drenched and soaked and cold to your bone.
Pulling your arms close to your chest and curling up your head inside, you run back, get into the taxi, roll down the window and try to dry your hair...as the chill stays in your strands of hair, drops of remaining water trickling down, becoming a part of your shivering body.
You go back home with a cold head, damp hair and a soft whimpering chill in your heart, stinging with a sharp sweet prick. The only warmth in that rush of frozen memories is the cozy balm of liquid oozing from the corners of your eyes, standing at the edge...not wanting to jump and fall.
That is Bangalore for me at the moment.
On a lighter note...
Pulling your arms close to your chest and curling up your head inside, you run back, get into the taxi, roll down the window and try to dry your hair...as the chill stays in your strands of hair, drops of remaining water trickling down, becoming a part of your shivering body.
You go back home with a cold head, damp hair and a soft whimpering chill in your heart, stinging with a sharp sweet prick. The only warmth in that rush of frozen memories is the cozy balm of liquid oozing from the corners of your eyes, standing at the edge...not wanting to jump and fall.
That is Bangalore for me at the moment.
On a lighter note...
:-)... gud description of nostalgia....
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DeleteIt made me nostalgic. . So much in so little words. .
ReplyDeleteThank you :) Nostalgia lies in small things, isn't it?
DeleteJust a real description!..lvly!..:)
ReplyDeleteReal and very close to my heart :) Thank you.
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