Obsession

A fainted picture, maybe sephia, taken two decades back, kept neatly under some plastic covers, proper insulated, locked safely in the heart of those magic cupboards, which safe-keep everything, even memories. You kept them so long, so well that sometimes they tend to vanish away from the mind, as though they are more like some gems, you never wear them, never need them- but they are just there to boost your ego, your wealth-- thats what those pictures do, boost your wealth of memories, the memories you almost forgot with time.

Do you remember what it was like when those moments were taken? Not really, not exactly, actually not at all, still why do you stick to them as though these are the life jackets you need to wear in that boat which is sinking? Why don't you just swim, what kind of life jacket is it that you have even forgotten how to strap to yourself, what help is that? The fond memories, the "best friend pictures", the childhood stickers of superman, the keep-sakes, the small teddy bears, the plastic flowers, the birthday cards, the old stamps, the torn journals, the faded thoughts- everything. And later you just start filtering, you filter and filter...

I have stopped that need to keep those pictures, stopped needing to revisit the childhood memory lanes, because i have forgotten the path and sometime when i visit those lanes, i get lost and there was nothing called GPS then, the technology took a long to evolve... It is not that i am afraid of losing my path, it is just that it is time-consuming, and not something that i consider is productive. I don't grow tracing back those lanes, i just get lost, no point you see...

I was about to write about obsession, but yeah, i got lost again- thats me!