The Almost Forgotten

by Karthik

How often do you remember the people who journeyed along with you in the past, the folks who at some point were pleasant company, good friends you might say, at that point, but later on drifted away? I remembered one this morning, was casually flicking through the newspaper, looked at the date at the top corner and bam! gears whirled in my head, conversations from the past came rushing out of nowhere, screaming like seagulls on the coast and I let out a silent ah! wondering how the old fucker was doing. Anyway, I have no means of contacting and wishing the fella, and besides I am not very keen on kindling old friendships, its never the same as it once was.

These memories are like the stuff in the attic, old relics that held some significance in the past, only now they are a dump that one occasionally visits to brush away the dust, allowing it to settle down in a different pattern. Sigh.

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