The Second twist

There are times when u stop, to take stock of what life has piled up for you.......an audio cassette of your first English compilation, a dusty old love letter you wrote but never cared to deliver it....for your love only lasted till you were writing it, sepia toned photographs without any description of how u felt when those were taken and a shelf full of books, each one looking more like a collector's edition with each passing moment.

Then when u add all of them ......metaphorically , spiritually using the most complicated equations of life that can’t be derived in a set of formulas, you end up looking at a clean slate. It feels as if one is a palette, with all the colored flavors that life has to offer, mixed together. So that in the end only discernible color is white.

When I was taking my little baby steps, after my neck problem few days back.....It’s kind of how I felt. Like life is coming around again.......even my gait feels different now… memories have transcended to be categorized as happy or sad, The tune-humming has become louder....star gazing is so much more peaceful... the harmonica feels cold in my hand ...ready to be harped on.

Time to learn new lessons and old ones in a different way. The only reminder of my previous existence is this tingling semblance of pain.....which sometimes comes around. And suddenly I am beginning to absolutely adore the title of one particular blue book in my shelf. "Oophss, I fell in love" and I fell in love all over again with myself!!! And I got this painful lesson that Life is traveled only once... Today's moment becomes tomorrow's memory..Enjoy every moment; good, bad, happy, or sad; because the gift of life is LIFE itself.