Weight of my past

I for one, have a peculiar way of handling with old and past memoirs. I’m not sure, if I stand bit unique when it comes to addressing my past thoughts.

It’s just that everything around me can spark out an old relic image of the days gone by. For instance I was walking in the park and while taking a bend, I saw the ground littered with the fruits of a particular tree. Yes, it had a prominent place in my childhood. I’m not sure of its name, it has a violet color and it’s tasty when very ripe. The sight of those fallen small berries took be back in time when I used to hop from one tree to another and spend my time plucking and eating. We had a line of such trees not very big, but gave abundant supply of these fruits during one particular season. I’ve forgotten which season it bloomed but remember all the events surrounding it.

Yes, every person has their old past tucked beneath the present exterior. But I feel, in my case, every thing comes back with a slight touch of pain, for I tend to think those days as the rosy days in my life, life free and young!. Yes, no credit cards to pay, no rental bills, no petrol bills.

Nostalgic waste… is it

It’s but futile to think of days rolled away, and sometimes I wish it’s no good to revisit those nostalgic moments…

In the words of Marquez, “dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in the heart,…..”

Yes, it’s good the visit back in time, but often it’s weight crushes on me causing me to think of the old lives, especially when things were simple rosy events and people consigned to the ravages of time…

Sometimes I wish I had people with whom I could share such intimate passages of time, but often I feel it’s better to store in the recess of my mind rather than rekindle those old fond memories..

Yes, everyone has a past to tackle, but sometimes I wonder if I carry too much of baggage …