VOICES OF MY HEART

Those were the days I was perplexed, maybe everybody would feel it. Wondering at the starry sky, it was a great pleasure indeed; endless memoirs as that of the stars, the mind was an ocean with curiosity to do something new; something no one has done yet, behind all of these things those quality time with weird friends, maybe we can call it a gem of life, meant a lot to me.

If anyone asks “What is life?” I will say “Remember the time when you wished to travel the world but you have no penny. Remember the time when you were admonished for the mistake done by others. Remember the time when your outfit was messy yet everyone loved you. Remember the time when everyone believed in your lies. Yeah! Remember the time when you were a child, when you had nothing in life but lots of enthusiasm, when you had your own world, your own happiness, your own definition of happiness, your heart was pure, no any jealousy no any greediness and the time when you dared to walk no matter how many times you fell down."

But today life has become just like a conductor, travel every day but reach nowhere. I used to think, I will make a house and live contentedly, but today's need for a house has made me a traveler. There was a time when I used to ask my parents to go out for dinner, but today I wish I could have dinner with my whole family members at home. When I started earning then I realized interests were fulfilled by my parents' money, my own money was just used to fulfill my needs. Life is like a mobile that runs smoothly at the beginning, but as you grow old people become bugs and your goals become your antivirus. Your challenges are the junk and your determination and passion are the cleaners.

“Be self-dependent” almost hear this word much time. But what is it to be self-dependent? Now let’s expand our imagination. Just close your eyes and open the eyes of your heart and remember the first time you walked on your foot, the time you wore your cloth yourself, you went somewhere alone, and most importantly remember the time when you learned from your mistake. Yes, being self-dependent is learning something new and we are never always self-dependent.

If I open the book of memoirs, I remember those weird friends, those weird moments. Don’t know where they are. Those words “I will be by your side forever. I will be there for you no matter what. Don’t be reluctant to ask for help” might be unsaid but we could feel it. But today everyone’s life has changed. It has taken a new turn, entered a new world, a new journey of life, and a new destination. Some they don’t have leisure from work, some they don’t heed about friends. The clock is ticking; life has been flood with memories. Years passed by, we make so many new friends, but always fail to make memories like that with those fellow friends.

Childhood; how to elucidate this word, those memories can make you laugh when you are crying and make you cry when you are laughing. The time when our heart was attached with people around us, among our friends, our families, not with the electronic device, nor with a virtual world. I am thankful that I spent my childhood in the real world, not in the world of lies, where people text each other in the same room, where they barely meet their friends and family. Sitting around the fire in the winter and listening to those scary stories, sharing joy, pleasure, was really a thrill.

Those moments; precious time with beloved friends; singing in the classroom, hitting the desk with hands, pencil, whatever we get, it was a lot better than going to the concert. Those silly answers, those weird dances, weird memories, argue among friends; oh they are now irreparable. Cleaning the bench with friend’s bags, making excuses for not doing homework, our precincts were sky, imagination flew on a paper plane, enjoying the breeze that touches our soul, and our imagination flies along with it. The moment when we used to sleep on the sofa watching television at night and find ourselves on the bed the next day; the bliss of childhood was immense. Childhood is like being drunk, everyone remembers what you did except you.

The theory of life has changed now.

If I ask “When was the last time when you ran through the open field to feel the same freedom, same pleasure, excitement, and return to the same world again?” (Do u remember..............?)
When was the last time when you slept in your mother's lap?
When was the last time a dog ran after you?
When was the last time your mom told you a story?
When was the last time when you talked to a stranger without reluctance?
When was the last time when you dissembled an electronic gadget without any reason?
When was the last time you danced in rain?
Do you remember a day in recent years when you spent a whole day without using cell phones?

All I wanted was to live the life of my dreams, which would probably be the best adventure in life, but life was like rain; which comes down with pleasure but brings flood in others life. The true friends in your life are your childhood friends. They know your past, your story, the song inside you, the goals of you which were laughed at by people, the real you, imperfection inside you; yet walk by your side in every walks of your life. But, where are those friends now? My heart is still calling their name, searching for unconditional love, the potency they spotted inside me when I was broken into fragments and made me; the real me. People say “Nothing lasts forever” but the reality is “Same time doesn’t last forever”.