Have you ever felt the pressure of behaving as your age’.
I have certainly experienced this very expectation, as if there is no limit to where I could think or beyond. Like those lining in the cloud with silver springs of anatomy and beautiful background to understand what limits it already.
It’s so natural and obvious but not mandatory to effectively understand ourselves to hinder someone else. I feel be must oblige ourselves to some extent so that when natural feeling to be our age arises we can be proud about have gained certain age. Age is not just a number, it’s more than experience and expensive memories. Great thing about memory though! It doesn’t comes to us easily, only some small emotional events triggers them and book! You are loaded with many memories.
Rain wet skin and eye lashes, nostrils smelling the wet ground! Aaj! What a flavourful childhood memory! Muddy and mushy!
Rose and it’s smell taking us away with all our memories making us certainly available for romantic drives, crazy ultimatum.
There are few more things about memories those are not naturally available unless touched and refreshed.
“Goal” I hear the hauling and whistles, memories triggering my own beautiful childhood where I went to rainy cloudy courts hitting football so hard to goal it again and again.
I remember my days of playing cricket at summer afternoon and reaching for exam hall with admit card all laminated and scented with hard work.
A lot is there to savour and remember, I remember and I remember…..