Diary of a Lost Wanderer

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Some childhood memories are like precious treasures in today's times. You don't want anyone to steal them, but you surely want everyone to see them and envy you. You try to protect them from every possible thing that could cause harm. As much as it is a cause of joy for you there are many occasions when it becomes the cause of pain for you too! Picture Copyright: Privy Trifles

Wearing this today. Gifted to me by a very dear friend every time I wear it, it feels as if she is hugging me. smile emoticon Like I always say we are love hungry souls at the end of the day. We need such reminders of love around in form of memories, gifts, photographs, songs and what not. Picture Copyright : Privy Trifles

Perhaps it isn't about memories. It is about those fragments of us we have left behind never to be claimed back. It is about that broken us who can never be whole again. It is about those cracks that define us in every manner. It is about that heart which still remembers to love, those eyes which shed tears and that us that continues to live despite it all. P.S: While working on my manuscript, these lines just crept on in my mind. 

Finally the day had ended without any news from you. I finally concluded you had lied yet again and left without a trace. Coming to think of it I wondered if you had ever told me the truth. No, it would be wrong to blame you. It was me who could never hear the lies.

I couldn't take my eyes off her tonight. As we all sat around the campfire, holding our teacups tightly half expecting them to warm our insides better than the lit fire I kept staring at her rather awkwardly. Nishigandha or Nishi as she was popularly known as was one of the volunteers in the Citizen's charter I was a part of.  Every month we have such meetings where we discuss the progress made in different states and also the plan further. I need to mention here that we are a group of 25 people in the age group of 28-45 who have voluntarily come together to do something for our state with our own money and efforts.  Surprisingly I cannot recollect my first meeting with Nishi, all I remember is her beautiful brown eyes that shine every time she smiles. Even right now she was smiling. Sitting exactly opposite me she was laughing at some joke shared by one of our co-volunteers. Her smile reached her eyes always and added colour to her cheeks. If you ask me to describe