I suffer from Nostalgia !!

Late in the evening I walked down the lane. I saw the weather. Something was different with it. That difference is some kind of similarity. As if time is again passing to you. Then I entered in the park. There I saw the trees wet with rain water. I went close to the tree, watched it's leaves, green leaves with water pearls on them. Something was striking my mind. I again watched the whole park. What was it? Was it a dream? Or was it the Déjà woo? No. It was nostalgia. It's the feel many in this world feel. The scene was of my childhood days. Rain in my childhood days. Same weather, same wet trees, same smell of drenched ground. It was an old painting drawn once again. I was totally lost in my old memories.

It was not for the first time, I struck with nostalgia. These things happen again and again to me. Sometimes I stop at the roadside, just to cherish my old memories. Music affects me most. I think music is the only language that can express each and every emotion of this world. Music is the bookmark for the book of my life. I placed various bookmarks on various pages of my life. Music reminds me of that past.

We used to visit to our village in my childhood days. I love traveling in the train, watching fields of mustard, tube wells, brick factories on the roadside. But my connection to those days is the music that i used to listen in those days. So whenever I listen to that piece of music that I used to listen in those days, I just feel like standing into the past. I feel like standing in the middle of a wheat field. As if the train is about to come. As if I am about to jump into the tube well. It's just not the remembrance of my past, but when I listen to that music I again start living my past.

Whenever I read a comics ( Nagraaj, dhruv etc.), I again start living my summer vacation days in my childhood. As if me and my brother are about to watch mowgli on TV. As if mom is about to enter with sandwiches. I just again live my past.

I used to remember those days, when my father used to scold me when I didn't get good marks in mathematics. I get the nostalgia of those days when I used to go to the school by bus in scorching heat. The starting days of my college, starting days of my job. But now that memory brings smile to my face.

I usually thought why old memories bring me smile. I discussed it with my friend and we came to a conclusion. Memories are always beautiful. Normal and usual days of your past become beautiful memories of the present that bring smile to your face. And the happiest moments of the past become the precious moments for the lifetime.

I like to remember the past rather than to see the future. My dreams come from my past not carried away by the future. The most beautiful feature of past is, (until and unless there was a tragedy) past is always beautiful.

In a nutshell, I suffer from nostalgia. It's not only a word for me. My life is totally based on this word. It's the thing that keeps my alive. One should live in the present. I also do. But with a bag pack full of old memories. I don't like taking out a memory deliberately by myself, rather time chases me. Time take out an old memory and chases me, and finally wins the race. Time catches me again and again, keeping the race of life alive. But in the race with the time I always love catching it again. Because I want to loose.