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.)