Nostalgia

 Nostalgia is a bitch. It makes you travel in time- in a selective time where you remember the happy feelings only.

While stuck a jam near some old and familiar roads, i instinctively took a by-lane which was my daily route to and from college. 

Every block had a memory or a thought associated with it. Each memory  made me remember the people involved with it. 

Nostalgia makes you believe that if you call these people right now, it will be the same. 

Its not. It will not. 

Still i remember the people, i remember how I felt then and how I hoped they felt too. It makes my stomach full and soul satisfied thinking of all these memories. 

If you have time as X axis , and we moving along the axis from birth to death. Every memory is a part of us left behind at that time. As we move along the line, we keep losing few parts of us, sometimes we fill it with new parts of ourselves but more often than not it's left unfilled. That unfilled part, which were are unable to fill because of the past, are most difficult to fill. 

Sometimes we fill in the missing parts with new parts, but the new parts are only a derivative of the old parts. This is the nostalgia part, where we are new yet feel old in those parts and in keep travelling to those memories. 

This is all written while I am thinking to message the old buddies, whose houses I have crossed today and wondering if we will talk as new old friends or old friends talking new things. 

Cheers!