The strings of memories

The distance in time with someone is sometimes equally heart-wrenching as the distance with someone in kilometres. Our memories prove that maybe we are separated from our friends and family but we are still united at heart.

During childhood, we just live our life. No philosophies, no emotional trauma just pure love for parents and trust in friendships.

Had we ever imagined during our school time, that one fine day all of us will grow up and part over long distances? If we would have realised it then, the emotions would have spoilt all the fun and charm of childhood.

When we grow up, get married, become parents, at any of the stages, nostalgia pulls the strings of memories giving tugs to our hearts. 

We crave those days, those friends, that pampering from parents, our carefree attitude, we miss it all. The memories make us realise that the distance in time has separated us from our friends, our school, and our parent's home. We feel that ache which proves that our hearts are still very much united.

When it is a Zoom call with friends, the excitement tells us our hearts are connected with strings called memories.

When it is a school alumnus on the school grounds, the moment I reach the school gate I can't wait to have a look inside, walk the grounds, and meet with the teachers. The racing heartbeat tells me that time may have lapsed but my heart will stay connected with them till I can breathe.

When I meet an old classmate walking by in the market, that big smile from ear to ear relates the hearts which are still connected.

That planned meeting with the best buddy from school who is visiting town after so many years makes me jump to see each other as if we have a spring in place of the backbone. Before we start speaking, that handshake or that hug after so many years which sends a tingle through the entire body proves the connection of our hearts which is still fresh as a dew drop.

However good cook I may have become or learnt to cook exotic dishes, the food cooked by Ma makes me close my eyes and quench the thirst of my soul which is deeply connected to my mother's heart.

I may be guiding my children or giving them strength to pass through tough times but when it comes to me there is no one better at doing this than my father. Till today, whenever I am feeling confused, flustered or dejected, my heart gets instantly connected to the counsellor called Papa.

All the instances relate to that connection of hearts which only those two people can see who have gone through memory lane together.

Distance in time has made us grow apart.

Memories are the strings which unite us with a connection of the heart.

By

Meenakshi Malhotra 

(My name is Meenakshi Malhotra. Writing is an avenue for me to shed off the inhibitions which mind faces on a daily basis. My pen collaborates with the paper and my heart pours out what my mind thinks.)

Love or Name

 We all do it for love or for a name. Yes! we do and whether you agree or disagree it is true. In a world where we have been rushing through everyday, where we are so stressed out and completely  broken down as the day ends , we are all looking for that one person whom we can go back to , share and be cared and pampered by. Strange but it is true, there is no one who is waiting for anyone but yes they are all waiting and looking for love and to make a place and name for themselves. When we go back home after a long tiring day all we do is drag ourselves to get a bite, scatter everything and then make place for a comfortable sleep. Since everyone is at work, to accept or expect the other  to come early , lay out the table, sit and wait to have you you beside, with whom you share all that you went through the day and then have a simple satisfying meal before you sleep cosy and tight  is a rare scenario. 

Busy world ! where work seems endless , where we are running out of time, has made us totally exhausted. We keep working throughout the day till late night, with no sleep or rest . The only passion left is to out do one another and achieve a name for yourself. We all want to reach heights we all want to be appreciated and known. At times we have lost track of ourselves and left our loved ones, waiting to spend time with you. While you look for a name, they look for love. We all work hard, save and plan for the future, but we lose everything that is present.  There are many who move out, part ways all to make a name. When they do so , it is sad, but they both long for the love. They all wait to be heard, they all wait to be held when they break down. 

Unfortunately both know one is doing it for love and for a name. In whichever  case love waits for the name to be accomplished. If it takes longer, love gradually fades away. Every person has his or her own priorities  but whatever the priorities  be we all eventually look for love. An over ambitious person might disagree and say after all I am doing for people I love but what he does not realise is that in his race to make a name he is being drawn further away from his loved ones. 

We can never judge what is right or wrong, as we are living our life for either love or a name. It is not wrong to work hard for a living, it is not wrong to be in love but what is wrong is the balance. We cannot someone from being ambitious,  neither we can stop someone to want love but what we can do is simply bring in some kind of balance and give importance to both. So whether you do it for love or for a name just strike a balance.

By

Mansi Chaturvedi

(She is published writer of the book Shades Of Solitude who being a homemaker has used her time for her passion for writing. She has had her work published as Co author by Exceller  and Oxford  Publication,  Shubharambh  Publication and her very own book as author by Writersgram  Publication. She is active participant on platforms like StoryMirror  and has her own blog Pennedconnections.wordpress.com  where she connects with the world by her words.)