Rusted Photographs

With so much of time to kill during the holidays, I stumbled across the old belongings in the house. I began flipping through old files and documents. Finally I came across some old photographs. And as I sat there, staring at them continuously for some time, a thought crossed my mind. How much have I changed? And moreover, how much has the surroundings changed around me.

I was looking at a photograph in which I was barely 3 years. The innocent smile on the face of that 3 year old was enchanting. And then I looked at the background. It had some flowers and a Tulsi mandir. Now, a temple has replaced the tulsi mandir. There are no more flowers around. My house has replaced the huge backyard we had.

Another photograph I was going through was that of me and my twin brother, in our parents’ lap. It was ‘muhjuthi’ or the day when we first taste grains. I was constantly looking at sweets. How were those days, they never fail to mystify the moments.

I came across some bills about some treats I gave years ago, its like I am sitting with my friends again. I can almost remember the joke someone cracked which sent roars of laughter all around.

A photo speaks a zillion words. They send you back in time and let you relive those moments. When you look at those photos, your past rewinds back like a movie. You smile and you cry when you see these rusted photographs. So, why not make some memories now. Such that, when we look back after some years we will always have something to remember. Some happy memories which wont fail to bring a smile on our faces. Lets keep the sadness at bay and create moments. 🙂

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