# Nostalgia
# Hyderabad #Realism
As I was
reading this book “Woodsmoke and Leafcups by Madhu Ramnath”, my concentration broke
to melody played in background. It was song I used to love to listen in my
teens. For a moment, I was transported back in time. It was only for a moment. But
I felt like re-living the sweet golden moments of past. Ever notice, that some
songs trap time and moments we had? How often we think like this?how often we
revel in Nostalgia?
Well! I seldom do. I don’t keep much of photographs
or things of past which I feel as burdensome of baggage of remnants.
I left Hyderabad
a dozen years ago. Hyderabad which was my home from cradle to next quarter of
century. Few months ago I got opportunity to re visit the place once again. For
weeks I planned many things. Drink my favourite Irani chai with osmania biscuits
or lukmi or meet my old pals or go through lanes which I used loaf as useless
kid. With loads of dreams I land at
0400am. With so much anticipation I go to my favourite hang out to have irani
chai. First cup hardly satisfied me. I go for second. Its still the same. I don’t
get to revel in it. Taste doesn’t give me high as I expected in my nostalgic
moments. City changed forever . Metros rail construction erased some of iconic
buildings where I used to hang out. Meeting old pals was major disappointment
as everyone is changed. Everyone caught
in their own life’s bubble. i hardly could connect with any. Maybe its not them
but me who is changed.
I guess
Nostalgia is just sweetness of emotion that your mind generated which itself
has gone on chemical trip when triggered. Too much importance is given to it. This
moment is only reality. No past nor future exists. This moment is eternity.
Chill wind
hits me reminding me of time I spent in jungles at edge of our country. But
this time, I quietly get back to my book saying goodbye to Nostalgia and to you
my dear reader. I just enjoy the chill as wind sweeps me without bothering
memories it carried.
