A song on the radio has the ability to take me to a moments years back. A memory of a crush long forgotten. A road trip taken. A time in life when you were fretting about some matter that now seems trivial.A fragrance in a mall of freshly of brewed coffee, a wiff of cologne, the smell of rain on parched soil, of fallen neem leaves after a thunderstorm have the ability to evoke so many thoughts, so many memories. Moments lived and forgotten, only to emerge years later from the deep relics of the mind where they lay buried under a pile of stress and worries about work and sundry everyday chores.
What is life if not an amalgam of experiences gained through moments lived, persons known, met, lost and forgotten, places travelled and lived in. It is funny though how we grow through several experiences without even realising how they enrich us, carve out our thoughts , our behaviour, sometimes learning from events,errors of judgement,sometimes stumbling through moments and places , adding a line on the face, some crows feet , a layer under the chin here , a scar left from a pimple there, some grey hair peeping out, a layer of fat gained .
As we grow some people and faces fade away newer ones take their place. Worries that I have fretted about, tossed in bed at nights over look so insignificant now but they have added to what makes me me. Sometimes a song here , a smell there, a photograph clicked , a book in a bookshelf, a road re-travelled bring them all back as one travels on the roads of life.
In the end as Buddha said, “In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”( Well maybe not Buddha but this is a quote that I find often on the internet and simply love)
Life is all about the memories made of thousands of moments that I feel I live and hold onto, sometimes forget only to be reminded through a song here or a sound there. Its about the story that one builds ,along with the bends in the road, the stumbling blocks,the detours, the milestones , the coffee breaks, the achievements ,the friends held onto and the ones lost, the smiles gained , the frowns and the tears.Its about being able to live your own story, your own way along with your own choices and your own experiences. A story you can be proud of. As Nora Ephron said, “above all,be the heroine of your life, not the victim”