You need not understand….

There are so many memories I cherish, that I would truly like to write about…For penning them down would make permanent the little events, that when linked together by occurrence, form distinct images of memorable days gone by.. But even on the grounds of fictitious names and extrapolated circumstances, the very act of writing may violate something sacramental. Perchance, it may sully something chaste. Or perhaps define the event in a manner, that distorts the truth of its incidence.. Writing cherished memories down would allow me to relive each moment in it essence. And I could recreate the events for as long as I want… But I now decide to etch these little memories in my mind and allow time to take away their color, chip away their edges and transform them into images that have the richness of antiquity and the lightness of transience… ….Someday, my middle aged minds will recall these memories in exaggeration… Perhaps, it will trivialize something once monumental…It may forget a once treasured secret.. Not impossibly, in senility, laugh at an old deep pain…And slip into reveries of cheery days long gone.. So , much as I loathe entrusting these treasures to my mind , the verity of all human relations must be maintained, and from writing the occurrence, I must then, refrain…..

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  1. Posted by Vijay Mohan on May 11, 2007 at 4:53 am

    Hi
    While going through your comments I just remembered Marcel Proust and his seminal work “Remembrance of Things Past.” Read it.
    He slips into reveries like this……..

    “For a long time I used to go to bed early. Sometimes, when I had put out my candle, my eyes would close so quickly that I had not even time to say “I’m going to sleep.” And half an hour later the thought that it was time to go to sleep would awaken me; I would try to put away the book which, I imagined, was still in my hands, and to blow out the light; I had been thinking all the time, while I was asleep, of what I had just been reading, but my thoughts had run into a channel of their own, until I myself seemed actually to have become the subject of my book………..”

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