Memories

                     

Well looking into the future, it’s quite visible…As I can see my clone sitting at the office window and sipping a mug of coffee with a magazine on the desk with a title in bold red letters saying MEMORIES.

Each scene he watches outside window, builds his panorama of memories.  This coffee is hot but matches the rainy weather and cold climate of any European country you working in. Taking a close from office work for a bit, my clone went to the window, and starts feeling the rain that is creating the amusing noise in his ears. He is looking out of the window and perceiving the objects with his eyes shrinking. Steam of his coffee is in the air around his neck.

*In no time, as he touches the coffee mug with his lips, his glare went to few friends who were playing and running in the shower from sky,*

This shower of joy  suddenly swing him into his past life where he spent his one of the glorious days of his life…his college days.

He is memorizing the time spent with  best friends of his college life… The momo fetch moment, pleading- what he did to convince them to follow someone; he is memorizing the laughing stock of his class and the tease where he was a victim. He jogs his memory when he had to pay unexpected amount after throwing a party for no particular reason. He is also memorizing the coffee day he had with his non-placed friends that they called as “dukh ke cofee”.

*Suddenly beyond the window he saw a couple walking tranquilly under an umbrella.*        

  

    With his 5th sip he drew himself in another part of his college life…the part which was all about the girl whom he loved like a hell. He is recalling the way he met her in the mechanics tuition, the way he fell for her, the way he approached her. He is recollecting the time; he defined himself with the declination from her, dejection from his fate and desolation from others. He remembers the time of his oblivion, state of melancholy depression. Gloomy and Despondent position where he was ready to go for an assassination. He also recalls how he overcomes the situation.

 “I’m not mentioning the exam time of his college life because those ain’t memorable, coz they haunt him”

*On 7th sip he saw one kid weeping for no reason, he was feeling sad.*

He was emotional now.   So, the delusion, he swings into the last day of his college time. It was June 17 of 2011. He remembers it was the exam day. He harks back to the time where he was emotionally mixed up. Photo shoots were going. Everyone was trying to be the part of the memory. He was sad as he had to finish all things in a better manner and was nervous too. He was also recollecting the last minute hangout with his friends…. the thought sharing, the promises of being in contact, wide wishes, gratitude of all 4yrs being together. The last handshake, the last hug and of course the last maltreat of being the looser…

He retrieves the moment he saw his dream girl on that day. He was at a standstill. There was a lot to say in his eyes, a lot to tell her what he thinks about her… He remembers she was wearing a pink top and was looking pretty like an angel…with a purity of 24 carat gold. Once, he thought of trying to approach her despite of the fact she could slap him and that to be on the last day of college. But he back down. He did say her Bye for the last time by his wet eyes but wasn't sure if she got what he was trying to say.

*(narrator sighs on a long note!)*.

*coffee was finished*

 The sound had stooped, incessant rain had come to halt, friends went to their houses, umbrella couple was gone, weeping kid ceased, his coffee mug was finished, and the phone was ringing. He was stagnant and quiet. He took some seconds to compose himself before he could get hold of his iphone. He sighed and wiped the single tear from his cheek with the upper portion of his right thumb and went to pick up the phone. He replied in crocked voice as he was chocked.

My clone is off the window now and i am also supposed to be back in the present time. Well...I am absolutely sure that you guys reading my perception about memories also reflect your perception about memories. I won’t never ever forget my college days-those nauseating lectures, those pleasing chats, those gratifying hangouts, nasty exam days and those brusque result moments…..i am really gonna miss my college life especially the 8th semester.

“Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely. We don’t remember days; we remember the moments. Your memories are your jewels. Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose”