A Part Of Heart

       Words didn't agree to come out from my mind onto the paper for quite some time. It needed some stimulator. And I got it sometime in last week while clearing my laptop's hard disk. While going through a bunch of folders ignored for quite some time, I stumbled upon a folder named "A Part Of Heart". I wondered what I had saved in there.

       Just a click on the folder and whole world of words unfolded before me. Words from my friends,colleagues..even from people I have never seen but have known them just through their words. From that moment on, I was Alice In Wonderland. Totally lost in the world that was left behind and forgotten. A wonderful world of write-ups, poems, anecdotes and a huge collection of saved chats.

      Each piece of writting had a personality. They all had a memory attached with it. Or many memories. Some related. Some random. The memories of the writer friends, of the numberous moments the writers and I shared. Memories of writer friends who have grown up with me. Laughed with me. Supported me with their comforting words when I cried. Memories of the philosophy we blabbered on.  Memories of the people around us,who never wrote but were there when we were busy creating these memories. And then of the inter-relation of all those people with each other..Even of the people not directly related to me. It was like a bunch of something I have left behind – safe in the past! Some of it was so clear that I could actually recall the exact words spoken and exact vibes given out and taken. Some of those memories were blur, yet I suppose important ones, as my mind was fighting hard to put the bits and pieces of memories together.

     Reading what they had written long back, when we all were kids, was fun.. Pure pleasure of meeting my own past –woven around those writing- that now feels frozen in time. Do you remember Harry Potter and The Time Machine, where they see themselves in the past ? It felt exactly the same !  It was like looking at myself in the time forgone, growing up with my writer friends. Like looking at the change in our thinking, the change it our perceptions. Change in the way to look at life. I realized, that at every point in life, I had thought I knew it all and that what I thought was correct and that what I felt was the ultimate truth. Looking back at myself, through the write-ups and poems and chit chats, I now know that the time has to come for one to understand that there are many facets of life and you actually do not know it all and that what you think is not a line on granite. One learns with time, grows up with time. And smiles – in some understanding, in some agreement.

      Those write-ups and those poems and those mails , have a part of my friends' heart, part of the pain they had endured, part of pleasure they had soaked in – at that locked phase of time. As I carry on reading their latest words, I know they have changed. I know I have changed. Changed for better. With better lookout towards a wonderful thing called life.