Such is the strength of your mind, such is the beauty of life - you never know what it would bring the next, full of surprises. 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 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, your own emotional balance. 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 teach you to redo things. They can let you frustrated. They can let you feel relaxed. They can… can do a lot.
I was visiting one of my friends yesterday and I saw this (picture above) tree 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.
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, your own emotional balance. 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 teach you to redo things. They can let you frustrated. They can let you feel relaxed. They can… can do a lot.
I was visiting one of my friends yesterday and I saw this (picture above) tree 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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