90, 89, 88 ... that was traffic signal countdown and I had to wait, I was waiting. Suddenly a thought, a backward walk in the memory lane, occurred. I had no plan to look back upon those old days yet it came. It came when I was standing in the midst of moving vehicles and people, a stop to the present and the vivid picture of the same road ten years back. We used to play all sorts of games in the same road, just like a playground. We used to see only one bus in every 45 minutes and a random lorry or a car. We never needed to bother about those. But today? Orange, Red and Green signal for us to go.
Such is the strength of your brain, such is the beauty of life - you never know what it would bring the next. You may be playing and laughing with your friends and it could be just a single word someone utter that would take you many years back. You don't have to plan for this going back, you don't have to be predefined to have that thought at that moment, in fact, you never can - it just comes. And the greatness of that is that it can make your laughter into tears and tears into smiles.
The kid crying for a chocolate, the curly hair of a girl, beach volleyball in the evening, the violet flower next to your campus, "The seasons in the sun", ... a whole lot of reminders, world of reminders. Perhaps that is why old is gold - you attach yourself into the everything of this world; you see your life in everything you see. How strongly they control your very moment of your time. You can never list all the things that you remember nor you can say that you have no way of recalling something as it all depends on the external references which can flash on the random hours. They can make you cry. They can bring smiles. They can allow you redo things. They can let you frustrated. They can let you feel relaxed. They can… can do a lot. Remember the poo movie climax? (https://kovilpillai.wiki.zoho.com/Poo-Climax.html)
I was visiting one of my friends yesterday and I saw this tree [picture below] on my way. We call it as "Naaga Poo" tree. We had this in our school park. We often build human ladder to pick the flowers from that tree. Of course, my mom would show the traces of leg shaped stains on the white uniform shirt in the evening - loveliest moments.
Kovil Pillai P.
Such is the strength of your brain, such is the beauty of life - you never know what it would bring the next. You may be playing and laughing with your friends and it could be just a single word someone utter that would take you many years back. You don't have to plan for this going back, you don't have to be predefined to have that thought at that moment, in fact, you never can - it just comes. And the greatness of that is that it can make your laughter into tears and tears into smiles.
The kid crying for a chocolate, the curly hair of a girl, beach volleyball in the evening, the violet flower next to your campus, "The seasons in the sun", ... a whole lot of reminders, world of reminders. Perhaps that is why old is gold - you attach yourself into the everything of this world; you see your life in everything you see. How strongly they control your very moment of your time. You can never list all the things that you remember nor you can say that you have no way of recalling something as it all depends on the external references which can flash on the random hours. They can make you cry. They can bring smiles. They can allow you redo things. They can let you frustrated. They can let you feel relaxed. They can… can do a lot. Remember the poo movie climax? (https://kovilpillai.wiki.zoho.com/Poo-Climax.html)
I was visiting one of my friends yesterday and I saw this tree [picture below] on my way. We call it as "Naaga Poo" tree. We had this in our school park. We often build human ladder to pick the flowers from that tree. Of course, my mom would show the traces of leg shaped stains on the white uniform shirt in the evening - loveliest moments.
Kovil Pillai P.
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