30 August 2007
Places
)Published on August 30th, 2007 @ 09:51:03 pm, using 212 words, 109 views
Places keep us. Little pieces of us or great big chunks of us, I don’t really know… maybe clones of us in underdeveloped stages, parts we may not even miss. But they do keep us. When you find yourself in a place that has kept you, everything comes rushing back. You discover reciprocity. You discover having kept it in the smallest drawer, in the best kept of hiding places. And there’s such a sense of belonging, of history that comes with it; of a clear itinerary, stretching behind you all the way to the onset of memory, that links you to you, bypassing time. You get a sense of connected dots, of a jigsaw puzzle bestowed with a newly found piece. There’s a glint of wonder in your eyes as you look up and around such a place. There’s a rush of memories that comes flooding back after having been bullied into displacement, into misplacement for so very long. The memories come flooding back like unruly children from recess. You can’t help but smile at seeing them bounce off the walls.
Thanks for the ‘botw’, Stewart!
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Places, remembering, memories, time
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