My Nostalgic Smiles

Living in Singapore makes me strangely nostalgic at times. And in those times, any thing related to India makes my heart skip a beat. I go into the past and relive those wonderful times I had in my homeland. And then there is a stubborn smile on my face. People ask me the reason for this smile and then I construct something silly, but which is in context. At some places it's better to be stupid than crazy. Because it's extremely difficult to put in words the feeling of crossing oceans and continents, driving past those crowded days and nights, zooming in to the narrow and criss-crossed memory lanes and picking up a memory and living it all over again and then coming back to present. Brings in a bit of motion sickness.

I was travelling back to home yesterday evening. Weather was surprisingly pleasant and last rays of the setting sun were clinging on to the greens. Light breeze was swaying the trees gently. It's been some time using this route to home, but I seldom see anyone in the parks. Yesterday I saw a group of boys sitting on a park bench chatting, laughing and enjoying themselves. And I felt so nostalgic. I started remembering my friends from my schools, colleges, work places and the fun times we had. My eyes became a canvas and I saw some random images of cricket matches, parties, study groups, project works, bike races, fights, rainy days, outings, in-home-movies, and God knows what all. And then the bus stopped and every one started getting down. And my colleague looked at me suspiciously and asked "Why that smile?".

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