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Oh those memories...

brunch Updated: Nov 10, 2012 18:57 IST
Shreya Sethuraman
Shreya Sethuraman
Hindustan Times
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Oh those memories...

I’m someone who loves to live in the past. Yes, I know that can be pretty depressing, but those memories aren’t. Most of my poems are about love and longing, about how I fell in love and how I fell out. But loving someone has always been important. And now I’ve become someone who loves to be alone, most of the time. Isn’t it lovely really? You get to hear your own thoughts, and your own memories, and then – you fall in love with the silence.

The sounds of silence

I hear the bell ring once again
It stirs memories of back then
The telephone that used to ring
The doorbell that used to sing
The lilt I caught in the voices
The few modes of communication, the limited choices

I miss that sound of the bell
The gong when school got over
The sacred bell that I heard
In the temples, with devotees praying with fervour

But what I miss most are the days I wrote my feelings on paper
When there were no secrets, neither any midnight capers
It was an open book, for everyone to see
Perhaps it was an easy way out, for people to interpret me?

I miss lighting a candle, searching for a match
I miss shouting with glee, every time the light came back
I miss the horror stories we cooked up to entertain ourselves
How creativity seeped into us, from our school bookshelves
How we played dozens of games, scraping our knees as we fell
And when caught deflating tyres, we had a story to tell

Those days will never come back
As I sometimes begin to wonder
Those days of our innocence
Those days of surprising candour

I hear the bell ring once again
Somewhere in the distance
The notes in my memories are still fresh
And I enjoy this newfound silence...

From HT Brunch, November 11

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