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Fading memories

15 May

Memories, they curl away. Eventually. Like the corners of coffee-stained pages from an old notebook. Shut tight and laden with tales, pressed between the covers. Heavy, ready to wilt, saddled with magic and dreams, like a belly full of secrets still untold.

Words. And memories. Of times past. They sit in neat little rows, like freshly bloomed flowers. Sandwiched, an inky transition between then and now. And in that space between, is me. Like a rock stuck in a brook. Precariously balanced, delicately negotiating between what was, what is, and what will be. Holding on to what footing my round egdes can catch, weighing out the choices, plucking moments like undoing those annoying folded doggy-eared pages. I fix them, straighten them, press them out so they can breathe a little. Unfurl. Uncurl. Let the air pass along the crease, only to clamp them shut again. Return them to their spot between then and now. Squeezed tight like the whitening knuckles on my fist. They slip into the gaps and fill out.

I pick another one. Open it up, and watch the words, like the stains of memories, a record of moments set adrift. They dance out, standing up like little girls doing ballet. Toes pointed, bodies taut, teetering along in dotted rows down a brittle, fragile, crust page thats aged over time. They make their way to the edge, balancing gracefully, gently moving closer to freedom. Only to curl away, turn the corner, and disappear.

This time, for good.  

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7 Responses to “Fading memories”

  1. vishalbheeroo May 15, 2015 at 11:36 pm #

    Old note books maketh memories and I normally hang on to them. Beautiful post like lyrical prose. Cheerz

  2. EnKay May 16, 2015 at 7:49 pm #

    Sheer poetry!

    • hAAthi May 16, 2015 at 7:51 pm #

      Thank you enkay, thats really kind :)

      • EnKay May 16, 2015 at 9:03 pm #

        I loved how lyrical it reads and flows. Read it a few times and shared with a few I know will appreciate.

  3. R June 2, 2015 at 9:16 pm #

    This is beautiful. I read all posts as soon as they pop up in my mailbox, but this one I read the first couple of lines and knew I had to save for later. I am glad I did. So very beautiful – like some of the old memories that reading this, evoked.

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