Photographs!

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31st December 2023, 
There comes a time in our life where you feel nothing, absolutely nothing. You feel empty! 
Last week of the year is always full of emotions. It always makes me sad, it reminds me that time’s running so fast.
 
Today is the last day of this year and suddenly I am feeling a lot. Yesterday, I opened a suitcase which had all the albums from my Nani's vacation trips to my childhood memories. 

Going back to the origin always helps, to fill in the empty spaces in your life. A moment of introspection is all it takes. 
We cannot stop time, we cannot change the speed or slow it down. 
What is gone is gone forever!
So why not just go back through these photographs, and identify what all you had left behind, what all you had to leave behind and what all you are able to take with you now. Cause there's always something which is left un-identified. 
Photographs are not just the pictures of the past, but a medium to travel back in time. 

When I saw pictures of my father's childhood, our old home and my childhood, I felt so full. So much has changed. You can't bring that time back, but you can always bring the memories, and the emotions attached to it. You can always take the help of memories. 

I am still not ready to write about it. Cause I am so full of it. I am trying ways to touch it and bring it on paper. 
I always feel that our past experiences resonate in our present, I don’t want it to just leave me like that. I want to hear everything that it tells me. 

These photographs are still breathing inside. I don't know how long I will be able to keep them inside. This feeling is independent. I will not write about it, cause I don’t want it to wrinkle. I will leave it there where it is, and I will keep visiting it again and again! 

Shruti Sawant.

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