Some Goodbyes are Forever

and some forgotten memories

Goodbye. Bye. Sayonara. Until we meet again….

Lies

or at least some of them..

Its been long, since I published anything. I was dabbling between having no time during boards, having so much time ( for about a day), and back to having no time during entrances.

I wrote some things, here and there, on a piece of paper, on a note on my phone, promising I’d come back and complete them sometime. ( Goodbye, I will meet you again, I said to them) however they still lie unfinished and I have little time so I’ll share unfinished writings with you, hoping you’ll come back to them, again and again. (and someday find them complete.)

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PART 1 -

// MY CHILDHOOD SAID IT HASN’T LEFT, WHY CAN’T I SEE IT ANYMORE?//

Everyone grows up, nothing new about that. However, once in a while, (if you’re lucky) amidst the serious boss babies and even more serious adults, you’ll find people who haven’t lost their inner child-like nature. Hold on to them, they may rub off on you.

I am not here to tell this though, I am here to tell you a story, of a childhood who says I’m here, comes back at times but gets lost again amidst the hustle and bustle of daily life.

It’s sad to see even people younger than me relating to this considering the pressure from all nooks and corners of the world and the never-ending competition in life.

Let this be a reminder of those joy-filled times when goodbyes were truly a promise to meet again ( at 5 o clock in the playground)

Memory eludes us sometimes, but,..

Remember when you were 10 or 5, perhaps? When you used to go outside and play with your friends, indifferent to the happenings of this world. All that mattered was “Unch Neech ka Papda” or “Pakdam Pakdai.” Echoes of “Ma! I’ll be back at 7,” can still be heard, less often than earlier, by younger ones, the next generation… rather than yourself.

Remember when your dad or mom taught you how to ride your bicycle? Holding firmly from the backseat of the cycle, you pedaling as hard as you possibly could, feeling confident someone is still holding that bike, you looking back….no one is there…cycle becomes wobbly…you lose balance, then you shake, trip and fall….we’ve all been there.

Today, maybe you can ride a bike, scooty, or a car but now you hold that seemingly unimportant moment, which you almost forgot, close to your heart.

Remember when you acted brave despite falling off your bicycle and getting a knee scratch? How long has it been since you got another?

Simpler times, pain used to be physical, then we grew up and heartache became more common than knee scratches.

Remember when you ran up to your local shop, with a 5 or 10-rupee coin in hand, wanting desperately to get your hands on the all-new flavour of Pop Pops ( umm..which one should I get, cola? bubblegum? strawberry?) or boomer? They don’t make those anymore, or maybe they do? With the forgotten and long-gone childhood, I guess your love for firecrackers in your mouth also has become a forgotten memory, all that is left is the (sweet) aftertaste of those jovial times.

Do you remember that limited edition, “only yours” hot wheels cars, exquisitely dressed Barbies with dresses more than your clothes, or blocks and Legos? Are they lying somewhere in a box, in a storeroom devoid of a child’s laughter? Or did you give it to another child so that they can reminisce about their favourite toys one day, thanks to you?

Some moments don’t matter until all they become is a memory…

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Afterthoughts:

Don’t let a legally defined timeline make you lose your childhood. No one will judge you if you still have an extensive collection of diaries, shells, pebbles, keychains, or those McDonald Happy Meal toys even if you are 18, 35, or 70.

Life is better when you enjoy it and don’t let the world weigh you down.

Concluding this, only one song comes to my mind, and I won’t gatekeep it…

PART 2 Soon…GOODBYE

(SOME GOODBYES ARE FOREVER, SOME GOODBYES ARE NOT)

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Other nice things:

TIMES FILLED WITH WONDER AND MAGIC