….And life goes on

Often when I walk through the memory lanes of my childhood I remember the places I visited, the trees and plants I spoke to, the streets where I played endlessly from dawns till dusks-fond memories of my childhood. I find myself more attached to the ‘homes’ I lived in, my father had a transferable job so I got to travel a lot-fortunately! I think, from there comes the nomad in me. Each time we had to move from one place to another I was deeply saddened. As I was a ‘strong girl’ I did not cry in front of everyone, especially not in front of my brother, pushing the lump away, looking upwards so that no-one would see my tears-I used to run  to a corner and come back smiling.

A whole new story began after coming to a new place, a new home, new friends, new streets and new attachments from there on. It’s a good thing about a child’s mind that it adjusts quickly and forgets easily, unlike a grown up mind. Although attachments are lifelong but at some point in time the newer ones have to take over the older ones and that’s how the older ones become fond memories, this is a way of life that can’t be questioned. Time passes and likewise it passed for me too; few things that life has taught me in all these years are- to take life as it comes, embrace the new happenings with joy and to move on(not always easy!) …move on to a new beginning. 

I know, moving on will break my heart, probably a million times, but am sure I will push the lump away, look upwards for a while to hold back my tears, run to a corner and come back SMILING…and that’s how life goes on….for you and for me.