The Dark Knight

WOW.
Over and out.

A stack of jars

In my mind's eye my world is a stack of labeled jars. The labels are many and
varied -childhood friends, classmates from undergrad , vague people from office and so on. Some jars have been pushed to the back. Not deliberately though. Meeting people after ages at a wedding recently opened up a lot of memories. It was like finding that jar of elusive mango pickle at the back of fridge after ages. You open the lid and take a whiff. It smells different but still smells good. Meeting
childhood friends is pretty much the same.

As the evening wears on I realize I miss those simpler days and I know
those times are out of reach now. I can only look back as a mute
spectator but never be part of it again. But the thought that the good
memories are mine forever makes me smile.