Flashback!

Don’t know why…Suddenly on this warm sunny day, I’m overwhelmed by nostalgic memories. From my youthful adventures to the sad depressing death of my dad. Why am I thinking too much of those melancholic moments, when there are still happy moments to look back?

Often these memories stacked in some recess of the brain comes tumbling down for no reasons. Sometimes, some event, or a picture or an image brings it back. Have you felt like this? How often do you feel such pull of those old vivid memories.

Memories and ME

Recently while waking on the road I noticed a man on a cycle. This fellow who is a waste paper collector. He had a close resemblance to one of my cousin who committed suicide. Maybe his jawbone, or some facial features looked just like him.

It’s not uncommon to see people with close similarities. Once it happened to me. I was waiting at the Cosmopolitan Hospital lobby in Trivandrum. A person tapped on my back and asked if I was a doctor working in SP Fort Hospital. When I said no, he said that I had an uncanny resemblance to that particular doctor.

So, have you felt this way? Have you met someone who has an uncanny resemblance to someone in your life? Or an object which you had during your childhood, but suddenly you see after a long gap. And in some caes, a small can bring in the blast from the past. Did a smell bring back those memories, or the sight bring to live those happy days?

Tell me, how you feel about those fleeting moments?

A Fleeting Feeling of Loneliness

Without any warning, I often get lost in a state of utter loneliness. Such pockets of life is depressing. Also, it makes me alone in a crowded world

Have you ever felt the same? Is it a regular feeling or does it happens rarely? When do you get this low points, how do you come out it. How do you bring your life in the main stream, without lingering too much time in the doldrums of life.

I used to get this when I leave for Bangalore…just on a Sunday afternoon, with a bag on my shoulder, to walk to get an auto to the bus stand. Just me, all my myself, no goodbye’s, no handshakes. And, at times in Bangalore, when I go out in the evenings – just me!.

Just my thoughts. Have a good day!

Charles