At times, I feel, being a cold hearted keeps you weeping for memories.. 'Cause memories, good or ghastly, make you shed tears especially when you are unaccompanied.. well, not exactly " shed tears ", but definitely make you gloomy.. I believe good memories are to be cherished (I keep on telling this to a friend of mine !).. But once in a while, I (being a Human!) dont tempt to tag along with it..
When I remember those Punyatale raste I used to ride my bike on.. those hangouts I used to spend time at.. those Wada-paavs with extra chutney and chaha's with a kami doodh.. those Tekdi's I used to climb (and try climbing in a single Go and never ever happened so.. :D ).. friends, Durga, Belya, cricket, football, vivas, practicals, mass-bunks, proxies and scores of others.. Cherishable definitely!! .. But the mere fact that I am not (and I won't be) enjoying that part of life again makes me feel down for a moment or so.. And I truly hate that moment..
I can see only one solution to it.. "dont think about it when it starts catching a wrong nerve!" .. Not that I hate thinking about my arresting past.. but I keep away from it.. on purpose.. to make sure that I don't feel my present is not that beautiful.. I understand it is not (Except for some half a dozen 'exceptional' things! ).. But I want to pretend it is.. becuase thats the only way I insinuate to make my future as beautiful as my past..
Sometimes A cold heart ..
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