Hey stranger! How are you doing? I haven’t seen you for a long time and was just wondering how are you. That is why I thought of checking on you. So, tell me how are you doing? Do you remember the last time we went out together? Do you remember that it was almost about to rain but it didn’t? Do you remember the breeze that was sweeping across our face like an artist’s brush trying to paint the emotions into a new colour? Do you remember the last time we were about to have a cup of tea but didn’t? You don’t? Okay.
Isn’t it curious that in the huge scrolls of our memory, the things that we didn’t do makes a mark ever more prominent than the things we did? It’s funny how life works in mysterious ways! One would wonder that walking by the lanes and by-lanes while taking photographs all the way and documenting or archiving the experience as if it was an archaeological site per say goes unnoticed and unremembered by the times to come, but, it is only those moments that we forget to photograph or document that haunts or replays forever in the thoroughfares of our mind! Do you remember the last time we went for a walk together at three in the night when everyone else was fast asleep? Do you remember the last time we had a plate of fries even when we were full? You don’t? Okay.
Now, when I sit looking aimlessly out of the window, it is these mundane activities that seem so extraordinary with an amount of mystic charm in them. Who ever knew that something like taking a walk with a friend would be something so coveted! We have always learned that perhaps the most valuable memories or experiences of our life will be that super expensive trip, that road trip, that flight or that foreign trip which will blow our heads off in excitement! Because that was the fantasy that we forever dreamt of living, right? Who knew that life would come back to bite us all in the ass to remind that it is perhaps not the economic grandeur or the luxury that determines the value of a memory, it is perhaps living in the moment, hand-in-hand, laughing and smiling with the ones you love beside you. That is why I believe everything has a particular memory to it! Be it the touch, the smell, the concrete, everything which can be felt has a feeling to it; has a memory in it. Yes, even concrete! when I walked with you under the bridge waiting to discover the best sandwich or, along the most decorated street to find a solace of our own; we created a memory, a memory which stays there. forever! And whenever you go back, in whichever circumstances you might be, all the moments that we have spent together starts playing in the video player of mind. But, the memory changes as we move on. We imagine new things which perhaps did not even happen. So, what happens here? Do the files get corrupted? or do we? Now you tell me, dear stranger, do you remember when we did all this? You don’t? Okay.
Do you remember that day when I was down and you decided to take us on a trip? I hesitantly agreed but and I am so glad that I did! Do you remember how we discovered our favourite restaurant that day? Now that we are locked, we feel the pain in our hearts, a desperate longing to go back and re-live those moments again! Who knew those chaotic days would be something so coveted? The mind plays stupid little tricks on you you know! When you are away thousands of miles away, you long for your roots! You long for the place which made you; but, when you return to the roots, it is the distance, it is the journey, the new experience that seems more appealing to you now. What mystery is this? What charm? What crookedness? What concoction is being prepared in our hearts that makes us want only those things which we don’t have? Why can’t we ever be content with what we have? Why should life be like this? Is this the mystery of life which the philosophers have long sought and failed to find? Is a life worth living only if there is something unattained? A last untasted dish or, a non-experienced experience? Where even during the last breath shall we be hopeful, hoping that one day we will have that! Knowing very well that one day will never ever arrive. Hey stranger, how are you doing? Do you remember us talking about all of this the last time we met? You don’t? Okay.